[ooc: i agree!!!! lets do room change next tag or so?]
[She feels her arrow strike, and with the enhanced sensitivity and strength of the Harbinger... perhaps Childe will feel the accompanying surge of pride through the lingering of communion after she had attempted to cut it. It isn't sadistic, per se, she does not derive pleasure from violence... but there is something intrinsically twisted in her inability to accept failure, striving always for perfection and dominance and feeling thrill only when she seemed to succeed. He disappears around the pillar and she takes the chance to gallop closer, try to circle around while dodging the fire traps, thinking she sees a flicker of movement on the left side of the pillar-
But he emerges from the right. The flicker had been a trick of the flames, and though she manages to throw herself barely out of the path of one arrow... he had fired two, and that second one embeds in the gap between her fur wrapped waist and the line of her armor where it begins on her equine shoulders. The pain lances through, but she snarls through it, sharp fangs bared, intent on continuing forward even if it meant she would have to abandon weapons for the bestial choice of flashing hooves and brute force, anything to turn the blood on his shirt to blood on the back of his head, to broken bones, to whatever needed to dissipate a Zenite, but-
The fires have triggered the next part of the trap, and as Hayame forces herself forward... the very hall begins to rumble around them, the floor suddenly shifting as the walls began to shift.]
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[She feels her arrow strike, and with the enhanced sensitivity and strength of the Harbinger... perhaps Childe will feel the accompanying surge of pride through the lingering of communion after she had attempted to cut it. It isn't sadistic, per se, she does not derive pleasure from violence... but there is something intrinsically twisted in her inability to accept failure, striving always for perfection and dominance and feeling thrill only when she seemed to succeed. He disappears around the pillar and she takes the chance to gallop closer, try to circle around while dodging the fire traps, thinking she sees a flicker of movement on the left side of the pillar-
But he emerges from the right. The flicker had been a trick of the flames, and though she manages to throw herself barely out of the path of one arrow... he had fired two, and that second one embeds in the gap between her fur wrapped waist and the line of her armor where it begins on her equine shoulders. The pain lances through, but she snarls through it, sharp fangs bared, intent on continuing forward even if it meant she would have to abandon weapons for the bestial choice of flashing hooves and brute force, anything to turn the blood on his shirt to blood on the back of his head, to broken bones, to whatever needed to dissipate a Zenite, but-
The fires have triggered the next part of the trap, and as Hayame forces herself forward... the very hall begins to rumble around them, the floor suddenly shifting as the walls began to shift.]