[Even when arrows do not hit, they can be of use. Though her strikes do not stop the hurtling descent of a beast of this size, her keen eyes make note of which direction he twists. Most people do not possess the self-control and foresight both to prevent their bodies from flinching away or trying to protect the most vulnerable parts of their body, which tells her...
Well, it would speak to his heart, but in this place. Perhaps it is more accurate to guess that he guards his shard instead, the foul, magic-based coagulation of their "soul". She tries to get a last shot in, but-
He is too close, she will simply dodge-
And she would have gotten away clean, if the legs hidden in that dark mass of feathers weren't longer than she anticipated based on the winged creatures of her world. She should have known better, he did not have the face of a bird but a monster, some sick chimera, but she made her own instinctive mistake... and she pays for it, in the tips of talons that scrape bloody lines along her back and catch briefly in the meat of her muscular rump before she rips away in a pained hiss and a clatter of hooves, long, raven-black mane and tail whipping out behind her.
If she were a horse and rider, there would be reprieve for the Kenoma beast as she desperately tried to focus on keeping her seat, using limbs to clutch and tighten, but... She is not. Even as she moves, circling around to the right and leaving splatters of blood on the street behind...
Hayame turns from the "waist" and draws the string of her bow all the way back to her ear, sighting along the shaft and loosing the arrow straight at the side of her enemy's skull.]
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Well, it would speak to his heart, but in this place. Perhaps it is more accurate to guess that he guards his shard instead, the foul, magic-based coagulation of their "soul". She tries to get a last shot in, but-
He is too close, she will simply dodge-
And she would have gotten away clean, if the legs hidden in that dark mass of feathers weren't longer than she anticipated based on the winged creatures of her world. She should have known better, he did not have the face of a bird but a monster, some sick chimera, but she made her own instinctive mistake... and she pays for it, in the tips of talons that scrape bloody lines along her back and catch briefly in the meat of her muscular rump before she rips away in a pained hiss and a clatter of hooves, long, raven-black mane and tail whipping out behind her.
If she were a horse and rider, there would be reprieve for the Kenoma beast as she desperately tried to focus on keeping her seat, using limbs to clutch and tighten, but... She is not. Even as she moves, circling around to the right and leaving splatters of blood on the street behind...
Hayame turns from the "waist" and draws the string of her bow all the way back to her ear, sighting along the shaft and loosing the arrow straight at the side of her enemy's skull.]