[Hayame has been using a bow since she was three or four springs old, as soon as she was large enough to wrap her small, still soft fingers around a grip. She has been hunting since nine, firing upon duck and pheasant, rabbit and deer. From thirteen, she began hunting her own kind.
But this is her first bird-man.
So she is testing him, though she never shoots lacking the intent to hit him. When she does... hah, what an undignified reaction. No better than a chicken desperately flapping its wings when it sees the ax.
Her attempts at taunts die away soon enough, though. It is not her nature, they had only been attempts to distract, and now... Now he was coming straight at her. ... Chicken again, was it? Hayame stands firm in her position, taking advantage of the path the transforming mage has committed to in order to fire off one, two, three more arrows, aiming at his chest and wings, waiting until outstretched talons and gleaming claws are close, almost too close-
Before she tries to dodge, powerful muscles bunching and releasing as she attempts to bring her species' speed to bear.]
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But this is her first bird-man.
So she is testing him, though she never shoots lacking the intent to hit him. When she does... hah, what an undignified reaction. No better than a chicken desperately flapping its wings when it sees the ax.
Her attempts at taunts die away soon enough, though. It is not her nature, they had only been attempts to distract, and now... Now he was coming straight at her. ... Chicken again, was it? Hayame stands firm in her position, taking advantage of the path the transforming mage has committed to in order to fire off one, two, three more arrows, aiming at his chest and wings, waiting until outstretched talons and gleaming claws are close, almost too close-
Before she tries to dodge, powerful muscles bunching and releasing as she attempts to bring her species' speed to bear.]