The strike reverberated through his arm, rather painful. Well, not as painful as some experiences. That hadn't been at full strength, luckily, or his arm might have broken from that. As it was Hadley simply sunk down lower, able to take on the worst of it without too much effort. Sighing with relief he looked up at Aro, soft brown eyes vulnerable. A strike with the sword wouldn't have taken his arm off. Would it have? Hadley had ever really only experienced knives, claws, and teeth. He'd been burned a couple times as well, but no sword strikes.
Knocked to the ground Hadley gasped, eyes wide and ears standing up. What? That was so fast! His ears flattened at the insulting words, quickly grabbing the arm to pull himself up. He would protect himself, and protect his partner. The touch on his hip sent a shiver through Hadley's body, enjoying the touch a little more than he should have. Hadley moved his hand slowly down, only to have the touch removed. Remembering what they were doing Hadley shook his head. The smell was still messing with him, even away from the source. Taking the stick up Hadley prepared for another attack, a death grip on the stick this time to prevent dropping it.
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