[They both reach, and they both make contact, every single movement in this sudden, deadly collision a life or death decision. Even without the speed and strength that had horrified her coming from a body that showed no visual cue it should be capable of such power, her opponent was still more than capable of causing grievous injury with calculated precision he still seemed capable of despite the frantic speed and pain. She can sense that danger, even with half her mind reliving an entirely different moment in scattered scraps of sensation and smell and despair.
The cry of pain as his hand jabs sharply into her torso just beneath her ribs she twists into more a roar that a scream, but only barely, desperately unwilling to give the man who had taken so much from her more to hoard. Again, she is only saved from more devastating injury by the virtue of her biology, the different musculature of a jinba's torso that must be thicker, stronger, to keep balance between her upper and lower halves. She mustn't let her attention waver for even a second. Her muscles surge, she slams him hard into the roots and hears the crunch of his nose, the impact of his face-
A moment later her own knees slam to the ground, she has to catch her weight on a hand that almost crumples with the impact, her lungs all heave and she gathers herself for the next, she has to move or he'll find some advantage-
But their eyes meet instead. The same thought, feral and wild, appears in both of their minds. A world away, Hayame had once watched Matsukaze, his arms bound, use the only weapon close at hand to him in order to escape from overwhelming odds... when he'd lunged and dug his teeth into her brother's neck. It was a bestial, undignified move of a desperate, cornered thing, not a person, and she'd always lived her life desperate not to give humans any more reason to think of her as an animal, but now, now as they both bare their fangs at each other-
Hayame is the faster one.
She lunges. Her far hand swings in fast to slam her palm into his forehead and dig her fingers into his dark hair so that she can whip it back, force his throat to bare, pale and taut and so fucking soft. Before she can doubt herself, before he can find some way to win and rob her of her life and her revenge in one fell swoop-
Hayame's fangs dig in to Gabriel's throat, breaking skin, biting in deep until blood wells up hot and thick in her mouth and only then... Only then does she rip.
In Achamoth, this demon had promised her a sweet death. But Hayame never promised the same.]
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The cry of pain as his hand jabs sharply into her torso just beneath her ribs she twists into more a roar that a scream, but only barely, desperately unwilling to give the man who had taken so much from her more to hoard. Again, she is only saved from more devastating injury by the virtue of her biology, the different musculature of a jinba's torso that must be thicker, stronger, to keep balance between her upper and lower halves. She mustn't let her attention waver for even a second. Her muscles surge, she slams him hard into the roots and hears the crunch of his nose, the impact of his face-
A moment later her own knees slam to the ground, she has to catch her weight on a hand that almost crumples with the impact, her lungs all heave and she gathers herself for the next, she has to move or he'll find some advantage-
But their eyes meet instead. The same thought, feral and wild, appears in both of their minds. A world away, Hayame had once watched Matsukaze, his arms bound, use the only weapon close at hand to him in order to escape from overwhelming odds... when he'd lunged and dug his teeth into her brother's neck. It was a bestial, undignified move of a desperate, cornered thing, not a person, and she'd always lived her life desperate not to give humans any more reason to think of her as an animal, but now, now as they both bare their fangs at each other-
Hayame is the faster one.
She lunges. Her far hand swings in fast to slam her palm into his forehead and dig her fingers into his dark hair so that she can whip it back, force his throat to bare, pale and taut and so fucking soft. Before she can doubt herself, before he can find some way to win and rob her of her life and her revenge in one fell swoop-
Hayame's fangs dig in to Gabriel's throat, breaking skin, biting in deep until blood wells up hot and thick in her mouth and only then... Only then does she rip.
In Achamoth, this demon had promised her a sweet death. But Hayame never promised the same.]