[Hayame would have preferred to run into someone else.
In order to claim the Harbinger Oracle, however... There was very little she was not prepared to do. She has galloped through the halls to avoid being crushed by a stone, she has hauled herself free from a trap that would have skewered her had she not procured (and actually had time to put on) enchanted armor, she has fought with her enemies...
And now she is face to face with a Zenite, in a trial in which the effigy has all but implicitly said that they must abandon anyone and anything in order to accomplish the goal themselves. That is why, even though she had no grudge against this woman- even though she was one of the few of Zenith that she could actually tolerate to even look at or suffer to listen to... Hayame's knuckles pinch the shaft of an arrow in her quiver.]
Ah. I am looking forward to the end.
[And a Meridian victory. But Hayame has never been able to secure such a thing on her own before. As far as she was concerned... her faction's losses were the result of weakness, of too many of their number refusing to do what needed to be done and those willing not enough to make up for them. This time, though. This time, only she needed to be strong enough, surely. And if she was going to claim the Oracle...
Though she does hate all of Zenith for their stance, for daring to stand there and proclaim that they would fight to rob her of her world, the lives of all that resided in it, there is no particular anger on her face when the arrow is notched on the bowstring. Just as there is none when she draws the string back, nor when she releases the arrow aimed at Rin's chest, all in a single smooth motion in the space of two seconds.]
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In order to claim the Harbinger Oracle, however... There was very little she was not prepared to do. She has galloped through the halls to avoid being crushed by a stone, she has hauled herself free from a trap that would have skewered her had she not procured (and actually had time to put on) enchanted armor, she has fought with her enemies...
And now she is face to face with a Zenite, in a trial in which the effigy has all but implicitly said that they must abandon anyone and anything in order to accomplish the goal themselves. That is why, even though she had no grudge against this woman- even though she was one of the few of Zenith that she could actually tolerate to even look at or suffer to listen to... Hayame's knuckles pinch the shaft of an arrow in her quiver.]
Ah. I am looking forward to the end.
[And a Meridian victory. But Hayame has never been able to secure such a thing on her own before. As far as she was concerned... her faction's losses were the result of weakness, of too many of their number refusing to do what needed to be done and those willing not enough to make up for them. This time, though. This time, only she needed to be strong enough, surely. And if she was going to claim the Oracle...
Though she does hate all of Zenith for their stance, for daring to stand there and proclaim that they would fight to rob her of her world, the lives of all that resided in it, there is no particular anger on her face when the arrow is notched on the bowstring. Just as there is none when she draws the string back, nor when she releases the arrow aimed at Rin's chest, all in a single smooth motion in the space of two seconds.]