[In her ignorance of just who the Hag's Eye is attuned to, Hayame makes a mistake. She assumes that surely the holder is the demon itself- was he not the one who had declared he "acknowledged" her, that he was ever so dutiful in his attentions? Was he not the one most likely to use that information against her, the same as he had kidnapping her in the first place, taunting her with the knowledge that she was meeting someone in secret? Even knowing Silco was his master... She had never considered that man of particular interest to her beyond her need to kill him for his choice of faction and smarmy mouth. She did not think he cared for her or her dealings in any specific way either. Yima, perhaps, she had considered, if the demon wished to present himself as a loyalist or receive some sort of favor, but... ?
She does not realize that Silco is able to dodge her arrow because he can see where she is aiming. She assumes in the split second that she has that she had miscalculated. That though she had trained with two eyes again that perhaps thinking it improved her sight had been a placebo after all, a trick of the mind glad to be a mockery of whole again, but in reality... Had she grown so used to aiming with only the one? She closes the sickly green orb with a snarl, turning to see-
Voryn's insane reaction, the laughter, the shriek, the words, and the twirl, all of it... What the hell was wrong with him? Hayame had not known, that he had not known, and so she is stunned for a split second, her arrow wavering where it seeks the invisible path their enemy follows, relying on faint sound of boot and breath. Taunting twas one thing, but this was a battlefield, they had to keep their wits, not lose them?
She wonders if bahr'zuil is worse than n'wah.
And in that instant, Silco's invisibility is shed, he springs, and instead of taking advantage and attempting to plunge that knife of his into her main heart or into Voryn's face to actually take one of them out properly and even his odds he shoves the other man, kicking and scrabbling atop of him with his single fucking hand as he rages like a madman (two, there's fucking two of them- ?), but Hayame-
Hayame does not care (even as she rages that he seemed to judge her in that moment so inconsequential as to leave himself wide open). Let him be mad. There were easy ways to dispose of a man who had descended to no better than a rabid dog.]
Seize him, Dagoth!
[She will trust him with that much, that he can do it, whether he runs the man through with the blade he'd been holding, used some sort of magic, or just grabbed him with his godsdamned hands. Whatever needed to be done to prevent him from fleeing like a coward, from turning back invisible to slip away as she finishes whipping back around in a whirl of inky black mane and tail, flashing hooves, and the glint of her arrowhead. One leveled right at Silco's head as he rants about mockery, about reasons in a screaming rage... while her voice is ice cold.]
Your selfish reasons die with you, gaki.
[She doesn't wait a second longer before she releases the arrow.
And as she does... she accidentally reopens that unwanted left eye, just in time for Silco to catch a glimpse of his own incoming death.]
everyone here is very okay
She does not realize that Silco is able to dodge her arrow because he can see where she is aiming. She assumes in the split second that she has that she had miscalculated. That though she had trained with two eyes again that perhaps thinking it improved her sight had been a placebo after all, a trick of the mind glad to be a mockery of whole again, but in reality... Had she grown so used to aiming with only the one? She closes the sickly green orb with a snarl, turning to see-
Voryn's insane reaction, the laughter, the shriek, the words, and the twirl, all of it... What the hell was wrong with him? Hayame had not known, that he had not known, and so she is stunned for a split second, her arrow wavering where it seeks the invisible path their enemy follows, relying on faint sound of boot and breath. Taunting twas one thing, but this was a battlefield, they had to keep their wits, not lose them?
She wonders if bahr'zuil is worse than n'wah.
And in that instant, Silco's invisibility is shed, he springs, and instead of taking advantage and attempting to plunge that knife of his into her main heart or into Voryn's face to actually take one of them out properly and even his odds he shoves the other man, kicking and scrabbling atop of him with his single fucking hand as he rages like a madman (two, there's fucking two of them- ?), but Hayame-
Hayame does not care (even as she rages that he seemed to judge her in that moment so inconsequential as to leave himself wide open). Let him be mad. There were easy ways to dispose of a man who had descended to no better than a rabid dog.]
Seize him, Dagoth!
[She will trust him with that much, that he can do it, whether he runs the man through with the blade he'd been holding, used some sort of magic, or just grabbed him with his godsdamned hands. Whatever needed to be done to prevent him from fleeing like a coward, from turning back invisible to slip away as she finishes whipping back around in a whirl of inky black mane and tail, flashing hooves, and the glint of her arrowhead. One leveled right at Silco's head as he rants about mockery, about reasons in a screaming rage... while her voice is ice cold.]
Your selfish reasons die with you, gaki.
[She doesn't wait a second longer before she releases the arrow.
And as she does... she accidentally reopens that unwanted left eye, just in time for Silco to catch a glimpse of his own incoming death.]