[Hayame's vengeance is swift and appropriate. Amos forced upon her the grotesque and violating fears of callous use and helplessness that had shaped her entire life since birth, and in turn, she dredges from his own past the long forgotten ability to feel terror. With only one usable arm she cannot properly strangle him or crush him, they clash violently and chaotically. Her menacing aura, the proof of Set's divine blessing earned through aggressive offerings, swells and bursts, the effect already well sunk in, leaving her to follow through with lashes of hooves, snarling, snapping-
Biting.
Liem has returned. He must have the Wing. Liem comes up behind the man, and Hayame expects the slip of a dagger, the stab of a crossbow quarrel held tight in a fist. It is underhanded, but Amos was underhanded, and for the sake of the Oracles... honor becomes slightly less important. But what happens... doesn't even seem real. There is the briefest moment of relief when the other man uses his leverage to pull Amos away from her, it allows her to finally finish surging upward onto all four hooves, her useless wings beating as if to help her in the movement, her dominant arm hanging badly dislocated and limp from her shoulder, but then-
Sharp teeth sink into Amos' jugular.
Liem is biting him, No, not just biting. Biting would be one thing. He's drinking. She can see his throat bob along with swallows of thick, body-hot lifeblood, it wells up around his mouth and dribbles down his chin, and Hayame... is frozen. She's not breathing. The world stops, almost as abruptly as when Amos' fear spell had taken hold of her. But now Amos is the one who's helpless, his body begins to pale and sag and when Liem pulls his fangs free...
Blood splatters over Hayame's horrified face.
Amos' body hits the ground. It's just them standing facing one another, crimson stains dripping down her cheek and from the corner of his lips, and nothing will come out except,]
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Biting.
Liem has returned. He must have the Wing. Liem comes up behind the man, and Hayame expects the slip of a dagger, the stab of a crossbow quarrel held tight in a fist. It is underhanded, but Amos was underhanded, and for the sake of the Oracles... honor becomes slightly less important. But what happens... doesn't even seem real. There is the briefest moment of relief when the other man uses his leverage to pull Amos away from her, it allows her to finally finish surging upward onto all four hooves, her useless wings beating as if to help her in the movement, her dominant arm hanging badly dislocated and limp from her shoulder, but then-
Sharp teeth sink into Amos' jugular.
Liem is biting him, No, not just biting. Biting would be one thing. He's drinking. She can see his throat bob along with swallows of thick, body-hot lifeblood, it wells up around his mouth and dribbles down his chin, and Hayame... is frozen. She's not breathing. The world stops, almost as abruptly as when Amos' fear spell had taken hold of her. But now Amos is the one who's helpless, his body begins to pale and sag and when Liem pulls his fangs free...
Blood splatters over Hayame's horrified face.
Amos' body hits the ground. It's just them standing facing one another, crimson stains dripping down her cheek and from the corner of his lips, and nothing will come out except,]
Liem... ?