[Twenty feet of distance. He has a blade. He has some sort of magic.
Fine.
With the Venerans scattering, scrambling at the corner of her senses, Hayame's mental grasp on the glamor spell she wears begins slipping, and the cloaking mask of a two-legged woman begins giving way to her natural shape, to seven feet of solid muscle carved out by harsh living and even harsher training, but the face stays the same. She'd be an elegant beauty... if her expression didn't promise death. If her lip didn't curl back in a disgusted snarl.]
Protect people?
[This isn't her world. Her race didn't even exist here. These aren't her people. Even if they were, she could count the ones she had once cared to protect on her fingers, and this man thinks- ?]
Do not think me one of those compassionate fools.
["Compassionate", when she says it, is most certainly not a compliment. Not when her fingers snatch another arrow from her quiver, notching it expertly on the string, an issue of two seconds max to level it at his heart.]
I came here to kill servants of the Regent.
[And he was glad enough to be one to smirk. So what if he could do magic? So what if he could destroy an arrow in the air? That had been one shaft.
She will just have to shoot faster. Something she sees no reason not to try right now, releasing her string and moving immediately for another arrow to follow the first.]
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Fine.
With the Venerans scattering, scrambling at the corner of her senses, Hayame's mental grasp on the glamor spell she wears begins slipping, and the cloaking mask of a two-legged woman begins giving way to her natural shape, to seven feet of solid muscle carved out by harsh living and even harsher training, but the face stays the same. She'd be an elegant beauty... if her expression didn't promise death. If her lip didn't curl back in a disgusted snarl.]
Protect people?
[This isn't her world. Her race didn't even exist here. These aren't her people. Even if they were, she could count the ones she had once cared to protect on her fingers, and this man thinks- ?]
Do not think me one of those compassionate fools.
["Compassionate", when she says it, is most certainly not a compliment. Not when her fingers snatch another arrow from her quiver, notching it expertly on the string, an issue of two seconds max to level it at his heart.]
I came here to kill servants of the Regent.
[And he was glad enough to be one to smirk. So what if he could do magic? So what if he could destroy an arrow in the air? That had been one shaft.
She will just have to shoot faster. Something she sees no reason not to try right now, releasing her string and moving immediately for another arrow to follow the first.]