[That godsdamned "gravity" again. But knowing it was a possibility didn't mean that Hayame knew how to combat it, or how to prepare for it. He didn't use a spoken spell, he didn't make a hand movement, it just happened, from one moment to the next, and so she is stabbing down at his shard-
And then they are floating, her cut slices through air, and Hayame...]
You don't get to say that!
[Snarls with rage as her hooves kick uselessly in the air, struggling to get back closer to him... until she realizes that will do nothing. She has to make sure she balances upright as best she can, be prepared that he might drop the weightlessness at any minute, keep the more delicate legs of a jinba from potential harm in a fall-
And there's foliage above them. There's trees all around them. If she just-
Her knife finds purchase in a branch, biting in deep. It isn't much, it would do little if she weren't weightless, but it's enough to propel her back towards Amos. The knife stays behind stuck in the tree, but it's fine, she knows how to fight a fellow jinba, she strikes out with forelegs at his equine chest, slams in ready to wrestle him in the godsdamned mid-air if she had to, the words spilling out in a burst of fury.]
You don't get to kill the only decent lord I have ever served and then act like some sort of fucking pacifist!
[The audacity of it is so strong that she doesn't notice what she's even said, that she has betrayed the personal pain of what Amos had done instead of just the mask of a loyal Meridian soldier. She had been bred to be a tool, raised to be a tool, and even though she had striven to try to be free in this place... her mind still half-longed to be that, because it was familiar. And finally, she could have at least taken comfort in being a tool in the hand of a man who genuinely wished the best for his people, who longed to send them home, who would not use her like the rest had, would have, if her sale had gone through-
But she also doesn't notice... that there is a rustling in the underbrush, and more pairs of small, frightened eyes that belonged to other jinba foals out foraging attracted to the sound of what they had thought might be their friend in trouble.]
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And then they are floating, her cut slices through air, and Hayame...]
You don't get to say that!
[Snarls with rage as her hooves kick uselessly in the air, struggling to get back closer to him... until she realizes that will do nothing. She has to make sure she balances upright as best she can, be prepared that he might drop the weightlessness at any minute, keep the more delicate legs of a jinba from potential harm in a fall-
And there's foliage above them. There's trees all around them. If she just-
Her knife finds purchase in a branch, biting in deep. It isn't much, it would do little if she weren't weightless, but it's enough to propel her back towards Amos. The knife stays behind stuck in the tree, but it's fine, she knows how to fight a fellow jinba, she strikes out with forelegs at his equine chest, slams in ready to wrestle him in the godsdamned mid-air if she had to, the words spilling out in a burst of fury.]
You don't get to kill the only decent lord I have ever served and then act like some sort of fucking pacifist!
[The audacity of it is so strong that she doesn't notice what she's even said, that she has betrayed the personal pain of what Amos had done instead of just the mask of a loyal Meridian soldier. She had been bred to be a tool, raised to be a tool, and even though she had striven to try to be free in this place... her mind still half-longed to be that, because it was familiar. And finally, she could have at least taken comfort in being a tool in the hand of a man who genuinely wished the best for his people, who longed to send them home, who would not use her like the rest had, would have, if her sale had gone through-
But she also doesn't notice... that there is a rustling in the underbrush, and more pairs of small, frightened eyes that belonged to other jinba foals out foraging attracted to the sound of what they had thought might be their friend in trouble.]