When the wind-whips ceased their attacks Hadama returned his attention to Hotaru and saw that her lips were moving. He opened a passage in the water column so that her voice could reach him clearly as she began her instructions for the next round of testing.
It was an intriguing idea, and one he had never explored before. He nodded agreement and closed the 'air tunnel' to focus on his defense once more. Although his control over the water was quite good it still needed perfecting and he was not so overconfident that he would split his attention for something that wasn't immediately useful.
He could feel the water being forced down by an opposing force and Hadama's jaw and shoulders tensed as he drew his own magic up in return, fighting both gravity and the air magic that hammered down upon his column. His endurance was significant but he had a trick up his nonexistent sleeve as he struggled to repel the invisible waves of wind.
He wasn't at his maximum range above the water. Encased in his element as he was, he could pull the water up from below and extend it above, not simply resisting the air but pushing back against it and building the column higher, inch by inch, in the split seconds between each buffeting wave the headmistress send down at him. It was a matter of brute strength rather than fine tuning, and that he was well-suited to handle.
It was an intriguing idea, and one he had never explored before. He nodded agreement and closed the 'air tunnel' to focus on his defense once more. Although his control over the water was quite good it still needed perfecting and he was not so overconfident that he would split his attention for something that wasn't immediately useful.
He could feel the water being forced down by an opposing force and Hadama's jaw and shoulders tensed as he drew his own magic up in return, fighting both gravity and the air magic that hammered down upon his column. His endurance was significant but he had a trick up his nonexistent sleeve as he struggled to repel the invisible waves of wind.
He wasn't at his maximum range above the water. Encased in his element as he was, he could pull the water up from below and extend it above, not simply resisting the air but pushing back against it and building the column higher, inch by inch, in the split seconds between each buffeting wave the headmistress send down at him. It was a matter of brute strength rather than fine tuning, and that he was well-suited to handle.
