[Once the woman she'd addressed puts her book down and turns to show her face... Hayame recognizes her. They may not have ever met on the battlefield, she may not know her name, but in a court of shadows, rage and fear warring in her hearts... Hayame had locked her eyes (she'd had two then) on every single person who called themselves Kenoma who had been present, burning their images into her mind as enemies who she would not hesitate to kill if given the chance.
On sheer muscle memory alone, before her mind can even process that this is a different world, her hand goes to her "hip"... But there is no blade there. No quiver. No bow.
Her hand slams loudly into the shelf behind the other woman's head instead, surging forward just enough to threaten to pin her between the books and the heavy muscles of her lower body, unwilling to allow her easy avenues to escape before she leans in to hiss-]
What are you playing at, Kenoma?
[As if she is is going to believe the woman might help her in her quest for the sacred book she had promised to keep safe instead of kill her?
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[Once the woman she'd addressed puts her book down and turns to show her face... Hayame recognizes her. They may not have ever met on the battlefield, she may not know her name, but in a court of shadows, rage and fear warring in her hearts... Hayame had locked her eyes (she'd had two then) on every single person who called themselves Kenoma who had been present, burning their images into her mind as enemies who she would not hesitate to kill if given the chance.
On sheer muscle memory alone, before her mind can even process that this is a different world, her hand goes to her "hip"... But there is no blade there. No quiver. No bow.
Her hand slams loudly into the shelf behind the other woman's head instead, surging forward just enough to threaten to pin her between the books and the heavy muscles of her lower body, unwilling to allow her easy avenues to escape before she leans in to hiss-]
What are you playing at, Kenoma?
[As if she is is going to believe the woman might help her in her quest for the sacred book she had promised to keep safe instead of kill her?
They were enemies. (Weren't they?)]