[The sharp scent of blood hits Hayame's heightened senses, but she doesn't have a single second to spare to look away from the clash of steel between her and the dark-haired man she had first tried to kill in a Veneran courtyard in the bright of day. He's dangerous, she didn't underestimate that- and though she's managed to bring her far greater weight to bear against him, something that should have crushed a lesser man...
There is something about him, some hidden biology or magic, that makes him stronger than a man should be. Her muscles strain to keep his sword locked with her shorter blade, even though they shouldn't-
Her teeth gnash, sharp enough to rend and tear if she could sink them into his flesh, but she won't, because she isn't a beast, but the very idea of him taking her head? As if she'll allow herself to be taken as a trophy back to the Regent she wanted so badly to kill herself?]
I'll be the one taking my fourth trophy tonight!
[Her lips twist into a snarl, fighting past the instinctive fear she feels when something dark and fell suddenly roils off his blade, his forehead glowing an eerie color- magic then? Fine-]
Yours will be a handsome addition to my collection!
[If she can avoid cutting his hair in the process, anyway. But she has far more important things to care about, like getting away from that blade and its ominous aura that sparks some strange, bestial fear deep in her guts and her hearts...
Hayame disengages with a sudden shove she hopes will keep him off guard long enough for her to turn, to whirl and slam her forelegs into the pavement even though it makes a lance of pain shoot up from her split hoof. The move exposed her flank and rump to his weapon, but-
It also allows her to kick, a powerful buck with both back legs with enough strength behind it to crush a normal man's bones.
(And in the distant, in the direction the Veneran woman had fled with her baby- there are shouts, sounds of a scuffle, a scream.)]
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There is something about him, some hidden biology or magic, that makes him stronger than a man should be. Her muscles strain to keep his sword locked with her shorter blade, even though they shouldn't-
Her teeth gnash, sharp enough to rend and tear if she could sink them into his flesh, but she won't, because she isn't a beast, but the very idea of him taking her head? As if she'll allow herself to be taken as a trophy back to the Regent she wanted so badly to kill herself?]
I'll be the one taking my fourth trophy tonight!
[Her lips twist into a snarl, fighting past the instinctive fear she feels when something dark and fell suddenly roils off his blade, his forehead glowing an eerie color- magic then? Fine-]
Yours will be a handsome addition to my collection!
[If she can avoid cutting his hair in the process, anyway. But she has far more important things to care about, like getting away from that blade and its ominous aura that sparks some strange, bestial fear deep in her guts and her hearts...
Hayame disengages with a sudden shove she hopes will keep him off guard long enough for her to turn, to whirl and slam her forelegs into the pavement even though it makes a lance of pain shoot up from her split hoof. The move exposed her flank and rump to his weapon, but-
It also allows her to kick, a powerful buck with both back legs with enough strength behind it to crush a normal man's bones.
(And in the distant, in the direction the Veneran woman had fled with her baby- there are shouts, sounds of a scuffle, a scream.)]