[Hayame was going to say more. Not what the fuck is that supposed to mean?, because she would prove here and now that she very much could hurt this brat as much, if not more, than the war god could. Perhaps Who is the psychopath?, her, meting out justice against a spy, a traitor, and an assailant, or the freak trying to egg her on by implying she was lacking in comparison to what a man could do to him? She would have allowed him the breath for a proper last word, honorable enough for it even in the face of the one who mocked her honor most...
But he puts Liem's face on again.
Did he think she was so weak that she would not attack a man who had called her his friend? Was it a last ditch effort at hurting her, when she had already broken that man's neck beneath the roots, when she knew it was just the pathetic Zenite Minegishi Gen masquerading as a better man? The rage boils up inside of her, blood drips from the scratches he'd left on her arm, her fingers twitch on the bowstring as she snarls in disgust-
And the arrow flew.
Her arrows were larger, thicker, heavier than a human could fire, custom made for the strength an size of a jinba and the powerful bows they could wield. It punches through his throat (doesn't it?), it sends him over the cliff...
And Hayame is left standing there with nothing more having been said. A moment passes, two, before belatedly she scrambles after him, ready to pursue him, to make sure she shattered his accursed shard beneath her hoof herself whether it would be stealing the kill from her own god or not... But it is too steep. She was a field jinba, not a mountain jinba, she would be risking her legs if she tried to get down there from here and locate his body in the shadows of the weeds beneath the "cliff"... and the time it would take her to run around and down...
She turns, seeing the blaze catching in the Meridian camp. She turns back, peering into the darkness below.
In the end... Hayame spits off the side of the cliff after him and twists about with a prace, galloping back to raise the alarm and fight the fire. Once it was quenched, she would go back for his shard.]
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But he puts Liem's face on again.
Did he think she was so weak that she would not attack a man who had called her his friend? Was it a last ditch effort at hurting her, when she had already broken that man's neck beneath the roots, when she knew it was just the pathetic Zenite Minegishi Gen masquerading as a better man? The rage boils up inside of her, blood drips from the scratches he'd left on her arm, her fingers twitch on the bowstring as she snarls in disgust-
And the arrow flew.
Her arrows were larger, thicker, heavier than a human could fire, custom made for the strength an size of a jinba and the powerful bows they could wield. It punches through his throat (doesn't it?), it sends him over the cliff...
And Hayame is left standing there with nothing more having been said. A moment passes, two, before belatedly she scrambles after him, ready to pursue him, to make sure she shattered his accursed shard beneath her hoof herself whether it would be stealing the kill from her own god or not... But it is too steep. She was a field jinba, not a mountain jinba, she would be risking her legs if she tried to get down there from here and locate his body in the shadows of the weeds beneath the "cliff"... and the time it would take her to run around and down...
She turns, seeing the blaze catching in the Meridian camp. She turns back, peering into the darkness below.
In the end... Hayame spits off the side of the cliff after him and twists about with a prace, galloping back to raise the alarm and fight the fire. Once it was quenched, she would go back for his shard.]