The events of LongNight had raised the stakes in this simmering conflict significantly. Things were beginning to move and Hadama, ever patient, ever slow to come to a decision, was among them. The time had come - perhaps was already slipping away - to take all that he had gained since becoming one of Safrin's chosen and put it to the test.
To test himself.
He had requested Captain Sanguis's assistance in that today, and had offered to teleport her with him to the burning sands of Hak Etme. He would be fighting not only her, but the desert itself. The heat. The dryness of the parched land, so inimical to all that he was. It put him at a disadvantage from the start. Not, perhaps, as great as what he would face on the Void's own territory, but it was still bad enough.
The once-Mer sweated profusely beneath the fierce noonday sun. His bare feet, though calloused, burned against the cracked hardpan of the baked desert sand, and his golden tattoos reflected the light in bouncing glints around him as he held his trident at the ready and nodded to Thalassa.
"I am ready."
To test himself.
He had requested Captain Sanguis's assistance in that today, and had offered to teleport her with him to the burning sands of Hak Etme. He would be fighting not only her, but the desert itself. The heat. The dryness of the parched land, so inimical to all that he was. It put him at a disadvantage from the start. Not, perhaps, as great as what he would face on the Void's own territory, but it was still bad enough.
The once-Mer sweated profusely beneath the fierce noonday sun. His bare feet, though calloused, burned against the cracked hardpan of the baked desert sand, and his golden tattoos reflected the light in bouncing glints around him as he held his trident at the ready and nodded to Thalassa.
"I am ready."
