They were battling the breezes and their own kites as much as each other, but at least they were equal in their struggles and it was a fair fight because of it. Hadama's serenity wavered, his stoic expression shifting subtly to take on a look of more focused concentration as their kites dipped and wove and danced near each other. Neither had managed a hit yet, but from what he'd observed earlier that wasn't uncommon in these battles. Sometimes it was a war of attrition, small cuts weakening a line until it snapped unexpectedly. Others, a single long, decisive cut ended the fight. It was beginning to look like their fight might be one of the latter ones, but it was still too early to tell which way the wind would blow.
The lionfish went low on the return attack and the shark dashed back, racing through the air as the mermanta rotated his hand in a slow, controlled motion that sent his kite skating swift and flat across the sky. Even so, he only barely dodged Noe's attack, and the edge of her kite nicked his line like a warning shot across the bow. "Hmm." If she wanted to go low, then he would go high, Hadama decided. He rolled his wrist back, bringing the shark swooping its return charge and then letting out a few feet of line as it leapt upwards, attempting to drag the glass-coated length of its string along Noe's in an upward slice.
The lionfish went low on the return attack and the shark dashed back, racing through the air as the mermanta rotated his hand in a slow, controlled motion that sent his kite skating swift and flat across the sky. Even so, he only barely dodged Noe's attack, and the edge of her kite nicked his line like a warning shot across the bow. "Hmm." If she wanted to go low, then he would go high, Hadama decided. He rolled his wrist back, bringing the shark swooping its return charge and then letting out a few feet of line as it leapt upwards, attempting to drag the glass-coated length of its string along Noe's in an upward slice.
