[Her enemies were supposed to be flesh and blood. No matter how men in their cups or frightened little children traded stories of demons and sorcery, it wasn't supposed to be real. But in Horos, Hayame had learned the horrors that magic could produce from people who were supposed to only have muscle and metal to fight with. On Alenroux... She has learned how sick a shape a living thing could take. -- Was it even living? So much of it seems to be bone, like something robbed from a grave and stitched over a bear...
A bear? that roars in pain and rage as an arrow slots through chinks in its "armor", as something strong pummels at the embedded point, as it tries to reach out and envelop the closer target in its great arms to squeeze.
If it were like a bear... When hunting such beasts, the skulls were far too thick. But the eyes-
Hayame digs her hooves into the earth at a safer distance and twists back around from her firing pass, dug legs splayed as she braces in position and pulls another arrow from her quiver. She squints as she notches it, aims, sweat tracing down the side of her face and soaking into the stained bandage over the hole where her left eye had been. Eyes were small targets. Her depth perception has been altered by her loss, and has yet to be something fully mastered. But if she aimed slightly more to the light than her brain told her would be accurate, if she waited for the right moment-
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A bear? that roars in pain and rage as an arrow slots through chinks in its "armor", as something strong pummels at the embedded point, as it tries to reach out and envelop the closer target in its great arms to squeeze.
If it were like a bear... When hunting such beasts, the skulls were far too thick. But the eyes-
Hayame digs her hooves into the earth at a safer distance and twists back around from her firing pass, dug legs splayed as she braces in position and pulls another arrow from her quiver. She squints as she notches it, aims, sweat tracing down the side of her face and soaking into the stained bandage over the hole where her left eye had been. Eyes were small targets. Her depth perception has been altered by her loss, and has yet to be something fully mastered. But if she aimed slightly more to the light than her brain told her would be accurate, if she waited for the right moment-
The next arrow bounces off the beast's brow.]