[Hayame has stopped being shocked at seeing people who ought to be human moving as if they were demons or monsters. Actually, that wasn't true- she still possesses the ability, and she still recoils instinctively from magic and abilities unbecoming of the humans she had grown up surrounded by in her world...
But the rage burns the shock out. This man moves faster than a man should be able to move? Fine.
But she doesn't run yet. She dislikes running almost as much as she dislikes hiding, but though she still at least barely maintains the glamor spell, still wears a cloak... there's nothing subtle about a bow over six feet long. Venerans around her finally scatter, scrambling to get away from anything that might involve them in a dispute between aions or implicate them to the Achamites, leaving plenty of space-
For Hayame to fire off another arrow. This time, one aimed at his head.]
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But the rage burns the shock out. This man moves faster than a man should be able to move? Fine.
But she doesn't run yet. She dislikes running almost as much as she dislikes hiding, but though she still at least barely maintains the glamor spell, still wears a cloak... there's nothing subtle about a bow over six feet long. Venerans around her finally scatter, scrambling to get away from anything that might involve them in a dispute between aions or implicate them to the Achamites, leaving plenty of space-
For Hayame to fire off another arrow. This time, one aimed at his head.]