The leather trousers did, indeed, look good on her, but Hadama did not allow his gaze to linger. His own leather trousers with their hand-stitched silver stars were well-worn by now, comfortably broken in and supple enough to not squeak when he moved. He wore a loose-sleeved wrap shirt again today, similar to what he had worn when they had all met for lunch though in a lighter color of blue, and his long metallic steel hair was loosely braided back.
In short, he did not look as though he had come with the intention to train, but when Maea accepted his request he moved onto the packed dirt floor with a grateful nod and began to stretch his own thick muscles out.
"Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet undertone of pleasure in his voice as he pulled his arms across his chest to loosen his back and shoulder joints. "You asked for my assistance with it last season. To work on finding your limits. Improving your control. Would it be easier to do that as the attacker?"
In short, he did not look as though he had come with the intention to train, but when Maea accepted his request he moved onto the packed dirt floor with a grateful nod and began to stretch his own thick muscles out.
"Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet undertone of pleasure in his voice as he pulled his arms across his chest to loosen his back and shoulder joints. "You asked for my assistance with it last season. To work on finding your limits. Improving your control. Would it be easier to do that as the attacker?"
