Somehow Hadama had suspected Melita might prefer a little more challenge to their training and though he didn't grin there was a merry twinkle in green eyes as he started off. He was swimming slowly, though that was more for his own benefit. Concentrating on the unstable water magic was difficult enough while floating still within the Pool. Holding the shield intact and making it spin while he was also moving was definitely a step up.
For the honeybee huntress the shot was simple enough; the watery target was between her and Hadama, moving at his pace and not making any sharp or unpredictable shifts. Her aim was impeccable as it impacted the eye of the small vortex but Hadama had a well-disciplined mind and now he also had momentum of his own. He purposefully spun the direction of the whirlpool counter to the direction he was moving so that the small deflection it provided as the arrow struck joined with his own liquid lunge to the side so that the projectile skimmed harmlessly over the water several inches behind him this time.
Not one to rest on his laurels overlong (not when there were pastries waiting, at least), he tilted his head, eyes narrowing in concentration as his floating puddle shrunk and then split into two smaller and visibly less stable targets. He began swimming again, calling out the challenge to Mel. "Two arrows, swiftly." One and then another in quickest succession; testing both her aim at two moving targets and the mermanta's magical and physical reflexes.
For the honeybee huntress the shot was simple enough; the watery target was between her and Hadama, moving at his pace and not making any sharp or unpredictable shifts. Her aim was impeccable as it impacted the eye of the small vortex but Hadama had a well-disciplined mind and now he also had momentum of his own. He purposefully spun the direction of the whirlpool counter to the direction he was moving so that the small deflection it provided as the arrow struck joined with his own liquid lunge to the side so that the projectile skimmed harmlessly over the water several inches behind him this time.
Not one to rest on his laurels overlong (not when there were pastries waiting, at least), he tilted his head, eyes narrowing in concentration as his floating puddle shrunk and then split into two smaller and visibly less stable targets. He began swimming again, calling out the challenge to Mel. "Two arrows, swiftly." One and then another in quickest succession; testing both her aim at two moving targets and the mermanta's magical and physical reflexes.
