[ As soon as his feet are remotely steady, he's upon on his feet and drawing back to create more distance between them, since it's her equine half that presents a danger to him now. As he moves, he reaches to his back and squeezes the arrow until it splinters in his hand and breaks off, only to make sure that side of his body is as functional as possible. He's used to only fighting with one hand, since one arm had tended to be occupied by the young master that he carried, but a broken arm was a bit different. It pulses with pain that's duller than what a human would feel by leagues, but it's still a tactical inconvenience.
Blood trickles down his face from where their heads split skin, and as comes towards his lips, he flicks his tongue out to take a taste. He breathes out a laugh at the feeling, though, one that's shaky and dangerous, though it's likely not something Hayame hears.
But she will hear his taunt, just before she charges. He holds up her eye between two fingers so it looks back at her. ]
Do not wail so, Miss Hayame, for I shall deliver you a sweet death.
[ Even now he's viciously toying with her, and it's for nothing personal. He feels no resentment towards the injuries. They were ones fairly given, and if anything, he's actually impressed with her strength. But it was a demon's job to do its work perfectly and cruelly, if honeyed, poisoned words wouldn't work.
She charges, and he's expecting her blindness both figurative and literal. He's not moving as fast as he had been before as he runs to make her give some chase. It's a distraction to make sure she doesn't notice how the shadows around his feet darken, how the very edges of his black jacket almost look indistinct and fuzzy. It's a trap. ]
my turn to 1/2!!
Blood trickles down his face from where their heads split skin, and as comes towards his lips, he flicks his tongue out to take a taste. He breathes out a laugh at the feeling, though, one that's shaky and dangerous, though it's likely not something Hayame hears.
But she will hear his taunt, just before she charges. He holds up her eye between two fingers so it looks back at her. ]
Do not wail so, Miss Hayame, for I shall deliver you a sweet death.
[ Even now he's viciously toying with her, and it's for nothing personal. He feels no resentment towards the injuries. They were ones fairly given, and if anything, he's actually impressed with her strength. But it was a demon's job to do its work perfectly and cruelly, if honeyed, poisoned words wouldn't work.
She charges, and he's expecting her blindness both figurative and literal. He's not moving as fast as he had been before as he runs to make her give some chase. It's a distraction to make sure she doesn't notice how the shadows around his feet darken, how the very edges of his black jacket almost look indistinct and fuzzy. It's a trap. ]