[A jinba's hearing is more keen than a human's. She hears the man's mutterings... but she assigns to it only to frustration with his task. He must be one of the ones assigned to round up the rebels in Venera and make examples through their disappearance... and if he's fucked then perhaps the more noble-minded members of Pleroma she had accompanied here were succeeding.
But she isn't one of them. She had come here to hunt, not to help.
She was at least observant enough to note how the Venerans tended to act around the Achamites that had their boot heel on their city's neck. She isn't the most skilled actress, but she can manage this much, flinching away as if not wanting to invite a guard's ire or interest, quickly pulling the bundle of sticks off her back as if ready to be subject to some sort of inspection.]
No, I don't, sir- I don't have anything to say...
[Even as an act, the "sir" annoys her, but... the movement of the sticks masks the bow and arrows hidden inside them, and it hadn't been a lie, anyway. Hayame didn't have anything to say to him...
She had something to do to him.
She waits until he gets closer, one step, two... and then the sticks clatter as the rope binding them together "accidentally" comes loose. The illusion of a two-legged woman seems to scramble for them... before the glamor cracks and breaks the moment her concentration switches from hiding to attacking, leaving in its wake an enraged centaur with a bow leveled right at his chest. And unlike the last time they'd met... her weapon isn't a cracked, commandeered shortbow meant for humans with much less force to their draw than she was capable of.
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But she isn't one of them. She had come here to hunt, not to help.
She was at least observant enough to note how the Venerans tended to act around the Achamites that had their boot heel on their city's neck. She isn't the most skilled actress, but she can manage this much, flinching away as if not wanting to invite a guard's ire or interest, quickly pulling the bundle of sticks off her back as if ready to be subject to some sort of inspection.]
No, I don't, sir- I don't have anything to say...
[Even as an act, the "sir" annoys her, but... the movement of the sticks masks the bow and arrows hidden inside them, and it hadn't been a lie, anyway. Hayame didn't have anything to say to him...
She had something to do to him.
She waits until he gets closer, one step, two... and then the sticks clatter as the rope binding them together "accidentally" comes loose. The illusion of a two-legged woman seems to scramble for them... before the glamor cracks and breaks the moment her concentration switches from hiding to attacking, leaving in its wake an enraged centaur with a bow leveled right at his chest. And unlike the last time they'd met... her weapon isn't a cracked, commandeered shortbow meant for humans with much less force to their draw than she was capable of.
It's a six foot longbow with an arrow notched.
An arrow she fires at his heart.]