Despite not being here to win, the competitive edge of Koa's nature is pleased indeed by his successful strike. Still, that isn't the purpose and he needs to focus, especially as Kaisel's loud enthusiasm rings within his ear. Again the Dragoon glances at Zavien, grateful for the warm sensation of spiritual protection that permeates the square. Nothing too awful had happened when Vox set up his table on the beach, and with no injures or accidents so far, Koa's beginning to think they have a good chance at getting out of this intact.
The flashing lights change, the numbers flipping; Koa raises a brow, his lips tight. Though he cannot help chuckling at his cousin's approach, shaking his head as the younger boy kneels before the anvil and gently brushes air across. "Interesting technique," he smiles to Kai, taking the featherlight hammer in turn. He tosses it between his hands a couple times, amused by its near-weightless nature, before swinging it down in a one-handed arc to land upon the weight.
Koa does a normal hit
The flashing lights change, the numbers flipping; Koa raises a brow, his lips tight. Though he cannot help chuckling at his cousin's approach, shaking his head as the younger boy kneels before the anvil and gently brushes air across. "Interesting technique," he smiles to Kai, taking the featherlight hammer in turn. He tosses it between his hands a couple times, amused by its near-weightless nature, before swinging it down in a one-handed arc to land upon the weight.
Koa does a normal hit
be love in its disrepute,
scorches the hillside and salts every root
