[Jinba. He trawls through his memories (it is like running a comb through treacle - just as difficult, just as ultimately futile) and draws a blank. From her appearance he's guessing there must be a half-human, half-equine eikon out there, and a misbegotten race of savages who venerate it.
And in any case, she's wrong; what she is, is Prey.
He grins]
Come, then, Jinba. Show me your fury.
[He turns his hand so knuckles rather than palm are facing her, and flicks his fingers forward, as if gesturing for her to take her turn in the conversation, but as he does so the shield dissipates, and a percussive wave of energy races towards her. At full strength this would be enough to knock a grown biped, even one of his size, from their feet, and its passage would be marked by a rippling of the ground itself, the earth rising in jagged black spikes beneath the wave. But he is very far from full strength, so it may only be a mild annoyance.
Either way, it is a distraction he intends to capitalise on, surging (as much as he is able to surge right now) forwards in the shove's wake, scythe moving from across shoulders to ready in-hand]
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And in any case, she's wrong; what she is, is Prey.
He grins]
Come, then, Jinba. Show me your fury.
[He turns his hand so knuckles rather than palm are facing her, and flicks his fingers forward, as if gesturing for her to take her turn in the conversation, but as he does so the shield dissipates, and a percussive wave of energy races towards her. At full strength this would be enough to knock a grown biped, even one of his size, from their feet, and its passage would be marked by a rippling of the ground itself, the earth rising in jagged black spikes beneath the wave. But he is very far from full strength, so it may only be a mild annoyance.
Either way, it is a distraction he intends to capitalise on, surging (as much as he is able to surge right now) forwards in the shove's wake, scythe moving from across shoulders to ready in-hand]