He nodded at the thanks, though in truth he was the one who was grateful for this chance to connect to one of his friend's loved ones. Bringing himself to a more comfortable level to speak - and spar - with the young Ancient, Hadama considered the weapon that Edmund had brought. The trident was both weapon and tool, a staple of fishing as well as war, but the corsèque looked to be more the former than the latter.
"Indeed," he agreed to Edmund's reasoning. Given his focus on training his magic today he hadn't brought his trident, but a moment's thought and a touch of magic swiftly sprouted additional tines from the head of his ice-spear as it became a pale shadow of Safrin's gift, though the lethal edges grew rounded instead of sharp. "It is most effective at a distance." He drew the ocean beneath himself with him as he mimed a lunge into the shallows, stabbing slowly forward with his tines towards Edmund's chest at the edge of the reach of his long arms. There was ample time for Edmund to dodge or parry; Hadama was demonstrating the benefit of the weapon's reach rather than trying to overcome his partner. "To strike your opponent while they cannot reach you in return."
"Indeed," he agreed to Edmund's reasoning. Given his focus on training his magic today he hadn't brought his trident, but a moment's thought and a touch of magic swiftly sprouted additional tines from the head of his ice-spear as it became a pale shadow of Safrin's gift, though the lethal edges grew rounded instead of sharp. "It is most effective at a distance." He drew the ocean beneath himself with him as he mimed a lunge into the shallows, stabbing slowly forward with his tines towards Edmund's chest at the edge of the reach of his long arms. There was ample time for Edmund to dodge or parry; Hadama was demonstrating the benefit of the weapon's reach rather than trying to overcome his partner. "To strike your opponent while they cannot reach you in return."
