[Utilizing the experience of a turn-coat Kenoma who knew this city... Hayame has made her way onto the roofs, despite her size and the risk of it, the way it exposes her to potential enemy gaze without alleyways and buildings to hide behind, and the way her hooves are unequipped for anything but the wider and flatter buildings. Eustace has succeeded in finding her some, however, and she'd grudgingly thank him...
If she didn't struggle to force her abused body into a trot, then a canter out onto the long roof the moment she arrives and catches sight of the draconic being in the sky writhing with pain, it's roar reverberating around the city. On the streets below, she had been using the six foot long bow in her arm to harry the Kenoma that were harrying the creature she prayed was still mostly the man she had known, but now-
She doesn't fire a single arrow. She doesn't raise her bow. Instead, she raises her head, struggling to focus on the wings and white and scales in above her, finding her voice and summoning up the strained, half-cracked cry of,]
ESTINIEN- !
[Even though it had felt as if she hasn't succeeded even once in saving a single person she cared about, though she had come from Venera wracked with failure... She had managed to call this man back once, in that eerily quiet crystal cave in the Shrine of the Innocent. He'd heard her, he'd come back from the hold of the Innocence entity, and even though she fears she knows nothing at all if it isn't attacking, hunting, capturing, serving-]
It is done, Estinien- !
[The two he had come here so determined to save, odds be damned, are not charred corpses on stakes. They haven't dissipated, she'd caught a glimpse of them in the arms of the more rescue-minded of their "team" on the way up the stairs, and yes that meant that there was still a fortress to flee. A hand presses desperately up against her chest, seeking out the obsidian shard hidden there in the ignorant hope that it might amplify her voice, her legacy, anything at all-
A hoof catches, and she almost goes down in a stumble of long limbs and bloody armor, the Innocence's own strangely glowing blood splashed along the leather from where it has rained down on the city (too much of it, there's bee too much-). The simple tie in her hair, which has been strained by the abuse she has put herself through during this raid, finally slips loose, and as she picks herself back up Hayame's long mane whips out behind her in a wild river of black ink in the wind kicked up by the many fiery wings of the entity above. But even though she forces herself to keep going, frantically searching to get closer, somewhere she could be heard better, seen better... She runs out of roof without risking a jump in her weakened condition, and so how-
The wind whips up again, her mane briefly obscuring the left side of her vision, but it didn't matter. As the gust passes, as the hair falls back away from her face... there is no eye left remaining in that socket anymore, only a slit sight of raw flesh and crimson "tears" slowly leaking from where it once had been. Pushing past the intense pain, the gentle whisper of something dark and tempting in the city of Kenoma all around her (or maybe in her hearts), her fingers clutch at her shard. She calls out again, both with her voice and the Firebrand they both shared,]
Come back to yourself!
[Back to his senses, back to the man she had offered her bow to, who had said that he trusted her. Back to the Pleroma, back to the group that now needed to flee this city with their hard-won victory that wouldn't stay a victory if in the process they just lost someone else, back to-
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If she didn't struggle to force her abused body into a trot, then a canter out onto the long roof the moment she arrives and catches sight of the draconic being in the sky writhing with pain, it's roar reverberating around the city. On the streets below, she had been using the six foot long bow in her arm to harry the Kenoma that were harrying the creature she prayed was still mostly the man she had known, but now-
She doesn't fire a single arrow. She doesn't raise her bow. Instead, she raises her head, struggling to focus on the wings and white and scales in above her, finding her voice and summoning up the strained, half-cracked cry of,]
ESTINIEN- !
[Even though it had felt as if she hasn't succeeded even once in saving a single person she cared about, though she had come from Venera wracked with failure... She had managed to call this man back once, in that eerily quiet crystal cave in the Shrine of the Innocent. He'd heard her, he'd come back from the hold of the Innocence entity, and even though she fears she knows nothing at all if it isn't attacking, hunting, capturing, serving-]
It is done, Estinien- !
[The two he had come here so determined to save, odds be damned, are not charred corpses on stakes. They haven't dissipated, she'd caught a glimpse of them in the arms of the more rescue-minded of their "team" on the way up the stairs, and yes that meant that there was still a fortress to flee. A hand presses desperately up against her chest, seeking out the obsidian shard hidden there in the ignorant hope that it might amplify her voice, her legacy, anything at all-
A hoof catches, and she almost goes down in a stumble of long limbs and bloody armor, the Innocence's own strangely glowing blood splashed along the leather from where it has rained down on the city (too much of it, there's bee too much-). The simple tie in her hair, which has been strained by the abuse she has put herself through during this raid, finally slips loose, and as she picks herself back up Hayame's long mane whips out behind her in a wild river of black ink in the wind kicked up by the many fiery wings of the entity above. But even though she forces herself to keep going, frantically searching to get closer, somewhere she could be heard better, seen better... She runs out of roof without risking a jump in her weakened condition, and so how-
The wind whips up again, her mane briefly obscuring the left side of her vision, but it didn't matter. As the gust passes, as the hair falls back away from her face... there is no eye left remaining in that socket anymore, only a slit sight of raw flesh and crimson "tears" slowly leaking from where it once had been. Pushing past the intense pain, the gentle whisper of something dark and tempting in the city of Kenoma all around her (or maybe in her hearts), her fingers clutch at her shard. She calls out again, both with her voice and the Firebrand they both shared,]
Come back to yourself!
[Back to his senses, back to the man she had offered her bow to, who had said that he trusted her. Back to the Pleroma, back to the group that now needed to flee this city with their hard-won victory that wouldn't stay a victory if in the process they just lost someone else, back to-
Just back.]