"Mmh." Parched was, indeed, the correct word for it, but Hadama had known what he was getting into. More or less. His previous visit to the deep desert had been in Deepfrost - a milder time, by all accounts - and even then it had not been in the Furnace. But one could not grow stronger without facing adversity, and there was no guarantee that conditions would be ideal for him wherever he faced the Void next.
He had removed himself from water and moonlight, but he intended to work on making up for those lost advantages with cleverness. Or simply with brute strength.
Thalassa prepared herself and Hadama nodded at her invitation. "Very well."
He raised his trident and shifted a foot forward, though the captain was still out of his reach even with the longer weapon. Then a sphere of Arclight water shot out from the trident's tines, splashing towards the Ancient and perhaps obscuring her vision. It was enough for Hadama to push himself forward, crossing the distance so that in the next round few heartbeats he would be close enough to use the weapon more effectively.
He had removed himself from water and moonlight, but he intended to work on making up for those lost advantages with cleverness. Or simply with brute strength.
Thalassa prepared herself and Hadama nodded at her invitation. "Very well."
He raised his trident and shifted a foot forward, though the captain was still out of his reach even with the longer weapon. Then a sphere of Arclight water shot out from the trident's tines, splashing towards the Ancient and perhaps obscuring her vision. It was enough for Hadama to push himself forward, crossing the distance so that in the next round few heartbeats he would be close enough to use the weapon more effectively.
