[She can't let that go without pointing it out, gesturing widely at the gathering of people uneasily observing what was going on. So what if they were all depowered? So what if Akua couldn't use her magic? He had the ability to fight against her and still chose not to. Even if it would have been a desperate struggle against a much more physically powerful woman, he'd still had a chance to potentially wound her or escape. So to her, this can only be pathetic, some scheming false show.
There is a moment where it seems she will strike Akua for trying to touch her now of all times. The last time they had touched-
Yet Akua is not wrong about one thing. Technically, she had revenged herself. Sebastian had taken her eye, and now she has taken his. To go further would be purely spite... but did she care? Her reputation was already tarnished, as far as she could tell, skillfully manipulated by the likes of that churlish elf and this scheming demon. If they were going to make her out to be a beast that knew only violence and temper, then why bother fighting to change it? She could embrace it, she could be the feral natural disaster that a jinba was capable of being...
But she had honor left in her, no matter what anyone else tried to say. The Zeninth energies inside of her must be to blame for this, they have to be. Hayame's lungs heave still, she gnashes her teeth, her one eye burns as she stands there trying to make the decision- or rather, to force herself to make a certain decision. Being content with just striking even takes effort, not shattering his shard and ending this farce once and for all is galling-]
- Get off me, Akua. I'll give you what you want.
[Her voice is ice cold but at least it is not bubbling over with hatred the likes reserved for Sebastian Michaelis. She pulls her dun withers away from the other woman as if preparing to storm off, to leave this place--]
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[She can't let that go without pointing it out, gesturing widely at the gathering of people uneasily observing what was going on. So what if they were all depowered? So what if Akua couldn't use her magic? He had the ability to fight against her and still chose not to. Even if it would have been a desperate struggle against a much more physically powerful woman, he'd still had a chance to potentially wound her or escape. So to her, this can only be pathetic, some scheming false show.
There is a moment where it seems she will strike Akua for trying to touch her now of all times. The last time they had touched-
Yet Akua is not wrong about one thing. Technically, she had revenged herself. Sebastian had taken her eye, and now she has taken his. To go further would be purely spite... but did she care? Her reputation was already tarnished, as far as she could tell, skillfully manipulated by the likes of that churlish elf and this scheming demon. If they were going to make her out to be a beast that knew only violence and temper, then why bother fighting to change it? She could embrace it, she could be the feral natural disaster that a jinba was capable of being...
But she had honor left in her, no matter what anyone else tried to say. The Zeninth energies inside of her must be to blame for this, they have to be. Hayame's lungs heave still, she gnashes her teeth, her one eye burns as she stands there trying to make the decision- or rather, to force herself to make a certain decision. Being content with just striking even takes effort, not shattering his shard and ending this farce once and for all is galling-]
- Get off me, Akua. I'll give you what you want.
[Her voice is ice cold but at least it is not bubbling over with hatred the likes reserved for Sebastian Michaelis. She pulls her dun withers away from the other woman as if preparing to storm off, to leave this place--]