The crow was not a crow for long. Hadama turned his head briefly in surprise as black feathers shed into blond hair and a lanky man he recognized, but his pair of pugnacious pumpkins took the opportunity to launch themselves at his ankles with mayhem on their minds.
He turned back just in time to see their approach and cast his Stormcall. One gourd was knocked aside by his trident but the other found itself bowled sideways by a gust of wind and its own little localized thunderstorm.
"Indeed. I have never seen them in such numbers," Hadama admitted. He shifted his grip on his trident, moving closer to the Ancient to close the angles from which the fanged fruit could attack from. "They are rare in Torchline." The vampire gourds that remained grumbled and cackled to each other, gathering into a formidable harvest of hard rinds and sharp teeth. Courteously, the merman inclined his head slightly to his new companion, this time not taking his eyes off their hunters. "Do you want the ones on the left?"
He turned back just in time to see their approach and cast his Stormcall. One gourd was knocked aside by his trident but the other found itself bowled sideways by a gust of wind and its own little localized thunderstorm.
"Indeed. I have never seen them in such numbers," Hadama admitted. He shifted his grip on his trident, moving closer to the Ancient to close the angles from which the fanged fruit could attack from. "They are rare in Torchline." The vampire gourds that remained grumbled and cackled to each other, gathering into a formidable harvest of hard rinds and sharp teeth. Courteously, the merman inclined his head slightly to his new companion, this time not taking his eyes off their hunters. "Do you want the ones on the left?"
