[Not many people turned in to the path of her arrows. That in and of itself would be shocking. Not many people (not any human, nor even any jinba) should be able to move that fast, either, it's even quicker than his previous dodge. Her arrow finds a mark in his shoulder, but she can't feel victorious or risk thinking that was enough, she reaches for her quiver--
There's a glint, metal, a knife, and instinctively she draws back, saved from an injury to her draw hand and then saved again by the armor she'd had made for herself before this battle. The blade bites into the leather, penetrates at her lower shoulder, but the momentum is slowed by the thick material and doesn't pierce in as far as it could.
But then he's there. There, right in front of her, and-
Hayame rears up on her hind legs into a intimidating nine feet or so in height, powerful hooves lashing out. Whether it crushed his skull like it should (if he were human, but no, he couldn't be-) or just forced him back from that close quarters...]
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There's a glint, metal, a knife, and instinctively she draws back, saved from an injury to her draw hand and then saved again by the armor she'd had made for herself before this battle. The blade bites into the leather, penetrates at her lower shoulder, but the momentum is slowed by the thick material and doesn't pierce in as far as it could.
But then he's there. There, right in front of her, and-
Hayame rears up on her hind legs into a intimidating nine feet or so in height, powerful hooves lashing out. Whether it crushed his skull like it should (if he were human, but no, he couldn't be-) or just forced him back from that close quarters...]