[It might be a risk, but she takes it anyway, gambling on the hope that her skull was thicker than his. The crack of contact is loud, but there's something else growing louder... the sound of Achamite guard boots on the cobblestones, responding to reports of potential aions fighting in the street.
Damn it.
Hayame grits her teeth, her forehead aching and the bruise already beginning to form beneath the surface of her skin as she keeps her blade held out in front of her... but it wasn't a match in a long, drawn-out clash against a proper sword. Not even much of a short clash. And with his speed... she doesn't have enough arrows left to try and get enough past his unnatural defenses to bleed him dry. As much as it galls-
She uses the moment he wheels back to gather her hind legs, build up the strength... so that she can leap over him when he comes in swinging low and wild, a hoof perhaps glancing against his skull in the jump. As much as she wants to push it, attempt to see if there were chinks in the system, some way to punch her arrowhead through his throat...]
A coward in one thing a coward in all!
[She can't resist the insult, the way it burns to see that the guards approaching seem ready to at least defend their Kenoma or at most join him in the hunt. As much as she hates it, knowing that to retreat is also cowardly... she cannot die against such unworthy opponents as these. She can't. Not before she's had her revenge.
... So she turns tail, trying to take advantage of landing a hit to put more distance between them and his unnatural speed, galloping away from the chaos they've left in the once calm market in search of the closest hidden place where she might redon her glamor, if not her pride.]
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Damn it.
Hayame grits her teeth, her forehead aching and the bruise already beginning to form beneath the surface of her skin as she keeps her blade held out in front of her... but it wasn't a match in a long, drawn-out clash against a proper sword. Not even much of a short clash. And with his speed... she doesn't have enough arrows left to try and get enough past his unnatural defenses to bleed him dry. As much as it galls-
She uses the moment he wheels back to gather her hind legs, build up the strength... so that she can leap over him when he comes in swinging low and wild, a hoof perhaps glancing against his skull in the jump. As much as she wants to push it, attempt to see if there were chinks in the system, some way to punch her arrowhead through his throat...]
A coward in one thing a coward in all!
[She can't resist the insult, the way it burns to see that the guards approaching seem ready to at least defend their Kenoma or at most join him in the hunt. As much as she hates it, knowing that to retreat is also cowardly... she cannot die against such unworthy opponents as these. She can't. Not before she's had her revenge.
... So she turns tail, trying to take advantage of landing a hit to put more distance between them and his unnatural speed, galloping away from the chaos they've left in the once calm market in search of the closest hidden place where she might redon her glamor, if not her pride.]