[Amos is most certainly the type to go down fighting. And for better or worse… so is Hayame. One day, she thinks, they will kill each other. Perhaps… perhaps not shatter. But a “death”… it seems inevitable. She’d had enough rage in her to be confident the one doing the killing would be her after he’d left her broken in the crumpled ruins of the cup with the Bell under his arms, and with his and that perverted brat’s invisible ambush of the Prism added atop that indignity…
Now she was sure.
Liem is off on the hunt… and the two left behind collide in midair with force, with fluttering wings and flashing hooves and limbs all grasping, seizing for a hold, that advantage in a grapple that could lead to a pinned shoulder, a strangled airway, a vulnerable place exposed once they hit the ground. But the second Hayame feels that grown-all-too-familiar sense of the air humming all around her…
She twists with a snarl, suddenly wresting from the “hip” and trying to jerk and hold the large (for a human) man in front of her, slightly beneath, the perfect place to hit the ground first and be an unwilling buffet for a half ton of jinbaflesh.]
You’ve used that trick one too many times!
[He has mere seconds to decide whether to try and maneuver out from under her or cut the gravity magic and hope she bruises him instead of breaking, to affect how many moments it will take them to recover from having the wind knocked out of them and be back at each others throats.]
no subject
Now she was sure.
Liem is off on the hunt… and the two left behind collide in midair with force, with fluttering wings and flashing hooves and limbs all grasping, seizing for a hold, that advantage in a grapple that could lead to a pinned shoulder, a strangled airway, a vulnerable place exposed once they hit the ground. But the second Hayame feels that grown-all-too-familiar sense of the air humming all around her…
She twists with a snarl, suddenly wresting from the “hip” and trying to jerk and hold the large (for a human) man in front of her, slightly beneath, the perfect place to hit the ground first and be an unwilling buffet for a half ton of jinbaflesh.]
You’ve used that trick one too many times!
[He has mere seconds to decide whether to try and maneuver out from under her or cut the gravity magic and hope she bruises him instead of breaking, to affect how many moments it will take them to recover from having the wind knocked out of them and be back at each others throats.]
Fight me like a man, Amos- !