[ The arrow shot through the incoming flames shrieks past him, just barely deflected by a hastily-raised left arm. The impact is still enough to knock him back a pace, but any further damage is mitigated. Perhaps past the shimmer of heat and the blur of that dissolving disguise, Hayame will catch a glimpse of metal past shredded fabric, like her enemy's left arm is encased in steel.
But whether or not she recognizes what that flash of metal might signify probably doesn't matter much. Because the next fired arrow will give her enough to figure out who this wretched imposter is.
Before the arrow can find its mark, the earth before 'Liem' splits and erupts upwards, an explosion of dirt and rocks knocking the arrow off its path and sending it spinning off to the side instead. Magic that Hayame can surely recognize and pinpoint as belonging to a particularly loathsome someone.
On his end, Gen can tell the jig is up. Of fucking course this bitch would be the one to end up throwing a wrench in his plan. Though he gives one last swipe of the hand as he turns away, willing the flames to spread as far as possible, he otherwise decides to beat a hasty retreat. Before the thundering of Hayame's hooves can come even close to reaching him, he simply melts into the dirt and glides away faster than any human can run, hidden within the earth.
Too bad he probably underestimates how the smell of his blood carries even through the layer of dirt, marking his path as he darts for the edge of the Meridian encampment where he can emerge. ]
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But whether or not she recognizes what that flash of metal might signify probably doesn't matter much. Because the next fired arrow will give her enough to figure out who this wretched imposter is.
Before the arrow can find its mark, the earth before 'Liem' splits and erupts upwards, an explosion of dirt and rocks knocking the arrow off its path and sending it spinning off to the side instead. Magic that Hayame can surely recognize and pinpoint as belonging to a particularly loathsome someone.
On his end, Gen can tell the jig is up. Of fucking course this bitch would be the one to end up throwing a wrench in his plan. Though he gives one last swipe of the hand as he turns away, willing the flames to spread as far as possible, he otherwise decides to beat a hasty retreat. Before the thundering of Hayame's hooves can come even close to reaching him, he simply melts into the dirt and glides away faster than any human can run, hidden within the earth.
Too bad he probably underestimates how the smell of his blood carries even through the layer of dirt, marking his path as he darts for the edge of the Meridian encampment where he can emerge. ]