His shoulder was injured, but Hadama was already watching Noah from beneath the waves and when he saw the demigod begin to flex his arms for propulsion the mermanta was already moving. Graceful and sleek in his element in spite of his muscular bulk, he twisted aside from the kick in a tight spiral that flowed from his shoulders to the tip of his long, slender tail, tattooed scars glittering in the light of sunset that filtered down below the surface.
As Noah went past on the speed of his uninterrupted momentum the King attempted to launch a short, swift punch to the demigod's own shoulder. It only seemed fair to respond in kind, after all, and if Noah wanted a physical fight then Hadama was perfectly content to follow his friend's lead.
As Noah went past on the speed of his uninterrupted momentum the King attempted to launch a short, swift punch to the demigod's own shoulder. It only seemed fair to respond in kind, after all, and if Noah wanted a physical fight then Hadama was perfectly content to follow his friend's lead.
