He turned slowly to follow her prowling, standing straight but relaxed, ready to react whenever she made her move. The king allowed himself the flicker of a wince when the chakram she spun in a sizzling circle around her finger sliced into her own flesh. He did not look away, however, and so he saw the moment her eyes turned black and something wild and wicked rose in them along with a surge of power that struck deep within his own veins.
It was... unpleasant.
Knowing that it would only hurt Maea more after the spar was over was no comfort at all, so Hadama focused on keeping his expression still even as thin lines opened across the bare skin of his forearms, crimson fluid beading along each.
His attempt to block her magic with his resolve had proven ineffectual, so this time he partially shifted, letting his hippocampus scales ripple out over his skin in a layer of living armor to attempt a more physical barrier.
And he inclined his head to the Ancient across from him in a beckoning gesture. "Is that your full strength?"
Hadama: 705/740
It was... unpleasant.
Knowing that it would only hurt Maea more after the spar was over was no comfort at all, so Hadama focused on keeping his expression still even as thin lines opened across the bare skin of his forearms, crimson fluid beading along each.
His attempt to block her magic with his resolve had proven ineffectual, so this time he partially shifted, letting his hippocampus scales ripple out over his skin in a layer of living armor to attempt a more physical barrier.
And he inclined his head to the Ancient across from him in a beckoning gesture. "Is that your full strength?"
Hadama: 705/740
