"Hmm." A quiet rumble of discontent emerged as his shoulder was poked. That particular shadow was indeed distracting, and all the more because of how close it was. Hadama couldn't seem to position the water shield effectively to prevent the 'attacks' from getting through when each jab disrupted his concentration just enough to cause his magic to waver and threaten to fall apart - allowing the next poke to slip through more easily.
At least the ocean was slowing the shadow below, so even though the mermanta's attention wavered he was able to recover and shift the second small vortex into blocking successfully, protecting his dignity for a while longer.
Realizing that he was at a disadvantage, a gleam of mischief came into Hadama's green eyes and he shifted tactics. Letting the floating water collapse into a blob he instead narrowed his gaze in concentration and sent the water squirting towards Wessex's eyes, intending that the liquid's momentum would carry it past the limit of his magical control.
At least the ocean was slowing the shadow below, so even though the mermanta's attention wavered he was able to recover and shift the second small vortex into blocking successfully, protecting his dignity for a while longer.
Realizing that he was at a disadvantage, a gleam of mischief came into Hadama's green eyes and he shifted tactics. Letting the floating water collapse into a blob he instead narrowed his gaze in concentration and sent the water squirting towards Wessex's eyes, intending that the liquid's momentum would carry it past the limit of his magical control.
