There was some sort of saying about pride and falls that didn't make much sense underwater, but Hadama would soon learn the meaning of it. Tiring from the maintenance of his spell for so long and from pushing its limits so far, distracted by swimming and holding the spell while watching Melita so he could react, he finally found the boundary he couldn't cross.
Painfully, as it turned out.
There was no time to think or process where the arrow was headed in the split second he had to react. He saw it aimed in his direction, saw the fingers leave the string and the arrow leap forward, and he flung his water shield to meet it.
Too far out. Five feet away and one inch farther and the spinning shield came apart even as the arrow passed through it. It caught just enough of the dying whirlpool's spin to redirect it downwards and Hadama's instinctive shift to the side only placed him directly where he could be struck by the blunted arrow. He grunted softly as it impacted his shoulder, a slight wince marring his features for a heartbeat before they smoothed over again and he collected the arrow with a hint of rueful humor.
He collected the rest of the arrows, too, and swam back to shore to meet Melita and hand them back to her with the ghost of grin. "I think that is all I can do today," he admitted. "But we have earned our treats." Not that they wouldn't have eaten them anyways. It was just a nice excuse.
Painfully, as it turned out.
There was no time to think or process where the arrow was headed in the split second he had to react. He saw it aimed in his direction, saw the fingers leave the string and the arrow leap forward, and he flung his water shield to meet it.
Too far out. Five feet away and one inch farther and the spinning shield came apart even as the arrow passed through it. It caught just enough of the dying whirlpool's spin to redirect it downwards and Hadama's instinctive shift to the side only placed him directly where he could be struck by the blunted arrow. He grunted softly as it impacted his shoulder, a slight wince marring his features for a heartbeat before they smoothed over again and he collected the arrow with a hint of rueful humor.
He collected the rest of the arrows, too, and swam back to shore to meet Melita and hand them back to her with the ghost of grin. "I think that is all I can do today," he admitted. "But we have earned our treats." Not that they wouldn't have eaten them anyways. It was just a nice excuse.
