[Someone up above... The idea of it, a giant (no, a normal-sized person, they'd been fucking shrunk) coming into contact with the large (no, small) cup, makes the details begin to fall into place. The "earthquake" she had felt before everything went flying, that must have been... footsteps, and the cup, with them in it... The thoughts come slower than they should, her head still throbbing, rattling, pounding as she weakly moves her head, trying to look around them better. The cavernous pale walls of the cup now crumpled, the dirt and rubble that seemingly blocked the entrance...
It occurs to her that they might use Communion to call for aid. But no... he would call his people, she would call hers, it would result in something chaotic and charged, just a brawl and not a rescue... No, they would settle it between them, she just had to get up before he could attack...
Hayame twists at the "waist" to look for her bow, barely registering that Amos is asking a question of his own. Can she move-]
Of course I...
[Her breath freezes in her lungs and her words trail off and die, her single eye's pupil dilating sharply and suddenly as her own body enters her field of vision. Past the slow heaving of her bruised flank, the curve of her aching rump, one of her back legs hangs at an unnatural angle, stained at the hock with a trickle of blood and hints of jagged, pale bone shards. In that instance... everything freezes. The pain rushes in now that her eyes have seen it and her brain has no choice but to acknowledge it, and Hayame's entire countenance drains of color, her jaw suddenly tightening into a lock and her teeth gritting to prevent any sounds escaping from her taut throat.
No.
No, this can't be happening.
There were so many wounds that a jinba could survive and recover from, but a broken leg--
She doesn't know how long she freezes. Her mouth is too dry to form words properly. But if she doesn't respond... Amos will surely strike, he will take advantage of her weakness, and-]
Of course I can move...
[She tells the most soulless sounding, unconvincing lie, her hand slowly beginning to reach for her waist. There's supposed to be a dagger there, if she could just get to it...
But there's nothing there. The Exalt Oracle had taken almost everything from them. And now-]
no subject
It occurs to her that they might use Communion to call for aid. But no... he would call his people, she would call hers, it would result in something chaotic and charged, just a brawl and not a rescue... No, they would settle it between them, she just had to get up before he could attack...
Hayame twists at the "waist" to look for her bow, barely registering that Amos is asking a question of his own. Can she move-]
Of course I...
[Her breath freezes in her lungs and her words trail off and die, her single eye's pupil dilating sharply and suddenly as her own body enters her field of vision. Past the slow heaving of her bruised flank, the curve of her aching rump, one of her back legs hangs at an unnatural angle, stained at the hock with a trickle of blood and hints of jagged, pale bone shards. In that instance... everything freezes. The pain rushes in now that her eyes have seen it and her brain has no choice but to acknowledge it, and Hayame's entire countenance drains of color, her jaw suddenly tightening into a lock and her teeth gritting to prevent any sounds escaping from her taut throat.
No.
No, this can't be happening.
There were so many wounds that a jinba could survive and recover from, but a broken leg--
She doesn't know how long she freezes. Her mouth is too dry to form words properly. But if she doesn't respond... Amos will surely strike, he will take advantage of her weakness, and-]
Of course I can move...
[She tells the most soulless sounding, unconvincing lie, her hand slowly beginning to reach for her waist. There's supposed to be a dagger there, if she could just get to it...
But there's nothing there. The Exalt Oracle had taken almost everything from them. And now-]