[Amos has a gun. Perhaps it had been lost, like her bow had once been, but now... it has been found, and would cause nothing but problems for them. She'd seen its work in the bowels of Aetos' laboratory when they had set out to rescue Vander, and resorting to a battle of the long-ranged against each other in a place like this with so many tents and such to hide behind... They didn't have the time for such things. Even as Hayame returns fire, her long arrows shrieking through the air aimed at the wings of the camp's defender...
She had spoken to Amos since coming to Kenos. She hadn't exchanged a single word with him before it. Despite those words... Amos had predictably left her crippled in the cup as he claimed the Bell. He and that shitty human brat had cloaked themselves in invisibility and stolen the Prism from her companion in front of her very eyes. And whether she was able to divorce their interactions on other days from their stances during the Oracle battles or not...
Hayame's remaining eye burns with the rage of the failures this man has forced on her. With the knowledge she had felt deep in her soul when theirs had intertwined to exchange the misplaced energies of their factions, that without a single doubt this man would hand over that Oracle to Yima and further potentially push her entire worl closer to a lasting doom. And that... that...]
Liem, get what we came for!
[Unlike her, Liem could blend into the shadows and moonlight, cloak himself in stealth far better than she was capable of. His smaller size could slip into tents and past other Zenites, but she- She would get this Oracle into Meridian's hands or she would dissipate trying. Even though she had promise to survive, promised Liem, promised Set, promised Claude... It isn't so easy to release the dedication she had been taught to feel for discarding her life for a cause.
So when Amos' flight falters in the wake of Liem's assault, when he dips slightly closer to the ground... Hayame calls out to her companion as she throws herself forward from a canter into a gallop and streaks past. Hooves churn up dirt before she leaps onto a pile of foraged building materials, scrambles on the ascent when the materials buckle under weight, kicks off of discarded toothpick lumber with her stunted, useless feathered wings flapping instinctively...
And leaps through the air at Amos in a collision course, arms outstretched to embrace him... and drag him down to earth.]
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She had spoken to Amos since coming to Kenos. She hadn't exchanged a single word with him before it. Despite those words... Amos had predictably left her crippled in the cup as he claimed the Bell. He and that shitty human brat had cloaked themselves in invisibility and stolen the Prism from her companion in front of her very eyes. And whether she was able to divorce their interactions on other days from their stances during the Oracle battles or not...
Hayame's remaining eye burns with the rage of the failures this man has forced on her. With the knowledge she had felt deep in her soul when theirs had intertwined to exchange the misplaced energies of their factions, that without a single doubt this man would hand over that Oracle to Yima and further potentially push her entire worl closer to a lasting doom. And that... that...]
Liem, get what we came for!
[Unlike her, Liem could blend into the shadows and moonlight, cloak himself in stealth far better than she was capable of. His smaller size could slip into tents and past other Zenites, but she- She would get this Oracle into Meridian's hands or she would dissipate trying. Even though she had promise to survive, promised Liem, promised Set, promised Claude... It isn't so easy to release the dedication she had been taught to feel for discarding her life for a cause.
So when Amos' flight falters in the wake of Liem's assault, when he dips slightly closer to the ground... Hayame calls out to her companion as she throws herself forward from a canter into a gallop and streaks past. Hooves churn up dirt before she leaps onto a pile of foraged building materials, scrambles on the ascent when the materials buckle under weight, kicks off of discarded toothpick lumber with her stunted, useless feathered wings flapping instinctively...
And leaps through the air at Amos in a collision course, arms outstretched to embrace him... and drag him down to earth.]