[It flies, because Hayame recognized that man. She did not know he had gone from this place and then returned... but she did recognize him. As a Zenite. And she did not tolerate the sight of those she considered her enemy on a random day, let alone when an Oracle was at stake.
He has the chance to dodge because she gambles the accuracy of her first shot for speed. In the next second, her calloused fingers have pulled another arrow from the quiver at her side, and the next... Her eyes narrow. Or perhaps he will only notice that one does, stormy grey and filled with a cold, simmering rage. The other, a sickly green that does not match, is hidden beneath a leather eyepatch.
- What is he talking about? He never met her? This isn't the time for jokes, or playing around. But he sure is laughing, even as Hayame herself has to jerk back away from him to avoid the sudden flare and lick of flames.
Fine. So this room is trapped.
That doesn't stop her from wordlessly firing off another arrow, heedless of the flames. To compensate for the potential warp of path through the heat, she simply aims for the largest target: his chest. She does not make much use of magic, but the long, thick shaft of a jinba's arrow, fired from a six-foot-long bow by a creature strong enough to crush a man's skull in one hand, could easily punch through armor, let alone flesh.
So this one, he may wish to put more effort into dodging than talking.]
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He has the chance to dodge because she gambles the accuracy of her first shot for speed. In the next second, her calloused fingers have pulled another arrow from the quiver at her side, and the next... Her eyes narrow. Or perhaps he will only notice that one does, stormy grey and filled with a cold, simmering rage. The other, a sickly green that does not match, is hidden beneath a leather eyepatch.
- What is he talking about? He never met her? This isn't the time for jokes, or playing around. But he sure is laughing, even as Hayame herself has to jerk back away from him to avoid the sudden flare and lick of flames.
Fine. So this room is trapped.
That doesn't stop her from wordlessly firing off another arrow, heedless of the flames. To compensate for the potential warp of path through the heat, she simply aims for the largest target: his chest. She does not make much use of magic, but the long, thick shaft of a jinba's arrow, fired from a six-foot-long bow by a creature strong enough to crush a man's skull in one hand, could easily punch through armor, let alone flesh.
So this one, he may wish to put more effort into dodging than talking.]