[It's too early to feel victorious, but Hayame still feels a surge of thrill when she sees her arrow hit, watches the vainproud boy plummet back to earth with the rest of them where he belonged. Seeing his wing struggle to extend, she's already readying another arrow for when he hits the ground, whether he managed to break his fall or not wouldn't matter--
But her arrow, just like Liem's quarrel a second before, hits only stone.
He's gone, teleported again, and this time... Her dark eyes do not find him anywhere. Not back in the sky above them, not lurking in the shadow of an alley, not in a rooftop to monitor them from above-]
Damn it-
[A back leg accidentally kicks out, colliding with a barrel lined up against a shop far since closed for the night, but her frustration is going to have to wait to find a proper outlet that isn't the person she currently had allied herself with. She almost accuses him of carelessness, sure that she hadn't been followed, so it had to have been him, but there's no time to sort out how this had happened, they had to-
Her eyes find the Veneran woman, huddled behind a stack of crates and trying to shush her child that had begun to hiccup and cry over the sudden panic and violence, rocking it as gently as she could when she seemed terrified herself. For a moment, she stares at them... strangely. Moe accurately, she stares at the woman's arms wrapped around the baby strangely, as if it was something she didn't understand or had rarely seen.
But the moment passes.]
Get the woman, then.
[... Harshly. Despite agreeing to help, from the moment she'd begun this endeavor it had been obvious she was not... "good with people", and had needed to leave handling the Veneran to Liem, who seemed far better at it than she. (Like most people.)]
We are still more than ten blocks from the safehouse.
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But her arrow, just like Liem's quarrel a second before, hits only stone.
He's gone, teleported again, and this time... Her dark eyes do not find him anywhere. Not back in the sky above them, not lurking in the shadow of an alley, not in a rooftop to monitor them from above-]
Damn it-
[A back leg accidentally kicks out, colliding with a barrel lined up against a shop far since closed for the night, but her frustration is going to have to wait to find a proper outlet that isn't the person she currently had allied herself with. She almost accuses him of carelessness, sure that she hadn't been followed, so it had to have been him, but there's no time to sort out how this had happened, they had to-
Her eyes find the Veneran woman, huddled behind a stack of crates and trying to shush her child that had begun to hiccup and cry over the sudden panic and violence, rocking it as gently as she could when she seemed terrified herself. For a moment, she stares at them... strangely. Moe accurately, she stares at the woman's arms wrapped around the baby strangely, as if it was something she didn't understand or had rarely seen.
But the moment passes.]
Get the woman, then.
[... Harshly. Despite agreeing to help, from the moment she'd begun this endeavor it had been obvious she was not... "good with people", and had needed to leave handling the Veneran to Liem, who seemed far better at it than she. (Like most people.)]
We are still more than ten blocks from the safehouse.
[And they could not move as fast as she could.]