This was a side of Maea that he had not seen before, though she had warned him more than once about the shadows that coiled beneath her surface now. Still, he did not shy away from it. "Mmh. It is... inconvenient," he admitted gravely, inclining his head in acknowledgment of her ability's unpleasant effects.
Again she drove her weapon into her own flesh and this time Hadama allowed his lips to twitch into a flicker of a frown. A dangerous ability, to trade blood for blood. He barely needed to spare a thought for just how deadly it could be for the wielder. He did not need to be a demigod to sense the difference between them, or how easily she could bleed herself dry before she truly endangered him.
And as she used it a second time, flensing skin and muscle in a self-destructive frenzy, he could see how using it changed her. Made her more reckless. Less able to sense her own limits.
He frowned again even before the knives of her power struck deep, bypassing his scales as if they weren't there and carving beneath his skin. Fresh lines of scarlet opened, splitting wider as his golden tattoos became streaked with red, and this time he exhaled a quiet grunt as the pain tested his control. Tested... but did not break it. He kept his calm gaze on the wild woman across from him and deliberately let the scales absorb back into his skin.
And he took a deliberate step towards her, bicep flexing as he activated his Starmour and the pale feathers cascaded over his chest and back, hiding the wounds she had opened in his flesh and attempting a different type of defense. "Better," he admitted grudgingly. "But will you have an arm left to defend yourself with when I reach you?"
Hadama: 660/740
Again she drove her weapon into her own flesh and this time Hadama allowed his lips to twitch into a flicker of a frown. A dangerous ability, to trade blood for blood. He barely needed to spare a thought for just how deadly it could be for the wielder. He did not need to be a demigod to sense the difference between them, or how easily she could bleed herself dry before she truly endangered him.
And as she used it a second time, flensing skin and muscle in a self-destructive frenzy, he could see how using it changed her. Made her more reckless. Less able to sense her own limits.
He frowned again even before the knives of her power struck deep, bypassing his scales as if they weren't there and carving beneath his skin. Fresh lines of scarlet opened, splitting wider as his golden tattoos became streaked with red, and this time he exhaled a quiet grunt as the pain tested his control. Tested... but did not break it. He kept his calm gaze on the wild woman across from him and deliberately let the scales absorb back into his skin.
And he took a deliberate step towards her, bicep flexing as he activated his Starmour and the pale feathers cascaded over his chest and back, hiding the wounds she had opened in his flesh and attempting a different type of defense. "Better," he admitted grudgingly. "But will you have an arm left to defend yourself with when I reach you?"
Hadama: 660/740
