Hadama had great trust in Noah, and in his friend's Vi-given gifts. He had no illusions about the demigod's perfection, however. Nor did the uncertainty in the other man's nod go unnoticed. Hadama tilted his head to the side in thought for a moment and then focused his intent on the storm he had called. The clouds swirled, heavy and grey, before unleashing a volley of hail towards the man below them.
The storm was less a pin-point accurate weapon than it was a wide area effect, and plenty of the hail would fall around Noah rather than at or on him, but by that same token it would be difficult to dodge every golf ball-sized sphere of ice. Testing whether the shielding energies could deflect multiple smaller hits seemed as important - and much safer - than calling forth a barely-controlled lightning bolt at full power.
The storm was less a pin-point accurate weapon than it was a wide area effect, and plenty of the hail would fall around Noah rather than at or on him, but by that same token it would be difficult to dodge every golf ball-sized sphere of ice. Testing whether the shielding energies could deflect multiple smaller hits seemed as important - and much safer - than calling forth a barely-controlled lightning bolt at full power.
