"Indeed," came the rumble of amused agreement. At least it was agreement to the statement that the Doubletake was unpredictable - to the consternation of her enemies and allies alike, sometimes. His strike came in the wake of his response, and the invisible squeak let him know that he had hit true. His eyes followed his ears in tracing the footsteps that momentarily stirred the sand in their hurried flight before Flora once again faded into stillness and silence.
Hadama exhaled softly and then closed his eyes, head tilted as he strained his hearing for any sound not of the voracious jungle whose verge they despoiled.
The hum returned and his eyes opened to find the source just as a pair of glittering silver-steel feathers flashed past him. It was lucky that he was still or he might have dodged into one of their paths in trying to avoid the other, but Hadama trusted Flora's aim and remained steady. His own aim was of more concern when he could not see his opponent, but that did not stop him from reacting swiftly to send another basic gravity spike down a short distance behind where he thought the knives had originated from, based on where their paths had diverged. Again, attempting to splatter sap and sand rather than hit his co-ruler directly.
"Have you and Jack reconciled yet?" A question asked, perhaps, in innocence. Or perhaps not, as he listened for which direction her voice came from next.
Hadama exhaled softly and then closed his eyes, head tilted as he strained his hearing for any sound not of the voracious jungle whose verge they despoiled.
The hum returned and his eyes opened to find the source just as a pair of glittering silver-steel feathers flashed past him. It was lucky that he was still or he might have dodged into one of their paths in trying to avoid the other, but Hadama trusted Flora's aim and remained steady. His own aim was of more concern when he could not see his opponent, but that did not stop him from reacting swiftly to send another basic gravity spike down a short distance behind where he thought the knives had originated from, based on where their paths had diverged. Again, attempting to splatter sap and sand rather than hit his co-ruler directly.
"Have you and Jack reconciled yet?" A question asked, perhaps, in innocence. Or perhaps not, as he listened for which direction her voice came from next.
