[The glint of metal reflecting the light of the surrounding fires is a hint, but it is not definitive enough. It could be a bracer, some sort of armor... but once the earth, not fire, responds to the sneaking invader's call... Hayame knows.
That irreverent, traitorous brat. The one wearing Liem's face, perhaps even taking some sort of perverse pleasure in trying to mock and insult her with it, was the Earth Mover. Minegishi Gen. ... If only she'd succeeded in putting that arrow between his shoulder blades on the streets of Verena, how much trouble she would have saved herself. Saved Meridian. Saved everyone.
Hayame's forehooves hit the ground and she stumbles the landing just slightly on upturned rock, but there is no time to prance around the broken earth and debate whether to follow him or not. The spreading fire was hardly subtle, she could surely trust the others to discover it and fight it, but even if they didn't... What did she care? She cares about the Objects, about victory... and about revenge. Despite the fact that she was willing to kill Gen for his cowardly attack on the Prism with Amos, that bullshit invisibility and his mocking laugh echoing in the air, she had promised to cede that right to Set, once she learned he had the greater claim with his son held hostage.
... Not anymore. She would make sure Gen understood that his death was partly to do with those acts, for the sake of the war god... but that is all the courtesy she is now willing to extend. Not after he'd had the gall to sneak into their camp, to wear her friend's face, to insult her so nakedly... But she has to catch him first.
He moves faster than a human could usually run, his pace augmented by the soil, but he does not move much faster than a jinba. She throws herself into pursuit at a full gallop, tearing up the brief head start that he has and clearing the gap, following through the dark the scent of blood and the signs of cracking dirt until they reach the end of camp, the earth begins to burst open to release their now shit-stained son...
And Hayame is there, bearing down on him the second he emerges with a half ton of flashing hooves and snarling jinba ready to trample him.]
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That irreverent, traitorous brat. The one wearing Liem's face, perhaps even taking some sort of perverse pleasure in trying to mock and insult her with it, was the Earth Mover. Minegishi Gen. ... If only she'd succeeded in putting that arrow between his shoulder blades on the streets of Verena, how much trouble she would have saved herself. Saved Meridian. Saved everyone.
Hayame's forehooves hit the ground and she stumbles the landing just slightly on upturned rock, but there is no time to prance around the broken earth and debate whether to follow him or not. The spreading fire was hardly subtle, she could surely trust the others to discover it and fight it, but even if they didn't... What did she care? She cares about the Objects, about victory... and about revenge. Despite the fact that she was willing to kill Gen for his cowardly attack on the Prism with Amos, that bullshit invisibility and his mocking laugh echoing in the air, she had promised to cede that right to Set, once she learned he had the greater claim with his son held hostage.
... Not anymore. She would make sure Gen understood that his death was partly to do with those acts, for the sake of the war god... but that is all the courtesy she is now willing to extend. Not after he'd had the gall to sneak into their camp, to wear her friend's face, to insult her so nakedly... But she has to catch him first.
He moves faster than a human could usually run, his pace augmented by the soil, but he does not move much faster than a jinba. She throws herself into pursuit at a full gallop, tearing up the brief head start that he has and clearing the gap, following through the dark the scent of blood and the signs of cracking dirt until they reach the end of camp, the earth begins to burst open to release their now shit-stained son...
And Hayame is there, bearing down on him the second he emerges with a half ton of flashing hooves and snarling jinba ready to trample him.]