Thalassa's neat dodge was a pleasure to behold, eve if it meant that his feint with the water blast had failed. Her black cloak picked up a coating of pale desert dust as she rolled over the hardpan, but he was given only a glimpse of it before the wall of fire sprang up between them. Being a creature of water, he should have been more wary of the volatile element, but Hadama had always had an unhealthy curiosity about flame. First in his training as a seasmith and then later as a chef he had learned to harness it's power--
The earth shifted beneath his bare feet and Hadama skidded to a halt before he reached the flames, emerald eyes drawn to the cracked ground beneath their feet. "Hold," he called out to Thalassa, taking a hand off his weapon and raising it, palm out, to indicate a pause in their training. "Did you feel that?" He made sure that his friend had heard him and then knelt, pressing his hand to the hardpan with intent concentration as he tried to feel for the tell-tale vibration to occur again. "Something is not right..."
The earth shifted beneath his bare feet and Hadama skidded to a halt before he reached the flames, emerald eyes drawn to the cracked ground beneath their feet. "Hold," he called out to Thalassa, taking a hand off his weapon and raising it, palm out, to indicate a pause in their training. "Did you feel that?" He made sure that his friend had heard him and then knelt, pressing his hand to the hardpan with intent concentration as he tried to feel for the tell-tale vibration to occur again. "Something is not right..."
