[Hayame would not ever be able to explain how she did it, if asked later. Why she thought to use the knife, or leverage, or any of it. She has been the victim of his powers three times now, perhaps she's learned, but it's instinct and rage driving her now, not science. Experience put into place to accomplish the goal, because she has to kill him. Because he killed Cyrus, because he was a Zenite, because he was going to tell the Oracle her world should be pruned-
That's why she slams into him again, why she slams her hooves into his chest-
And why she doesn't pull back even though she knows he's going for her eyes. All she does... is turn her face so that its easier to go for her left one, so that fingers slip beneath the strings and panel of her eyepatch and displace the leather, revealing the sickly green eye that had been implanted in her head unwilling as she thrashed and screamed by the demon Sebastian Michaelis. A part of her almost hoped that he would find the leverage, that he would slide a thumb in and puncture it. Her lover may have begged her not to rip it out herself, clasping her hands and pleading with her not to hurt herself as she lay half broken on the floor after stumbling home from receiving the demon's "attention", but if someone else ruined it--]
The bitch who let you Zenites sic Kowloons monsters on Springstar's citizens so you could cut the Tribune down at his home? Who let Aetos terrorize Alenroux with monsters for centuries for his fucking experiments?!
[She'd laugh at the idea of Yima being good if she could laugh. If she weren't using all her strength to grapple with Amos, scrambling for purchase, forelegs lashing--
And if one of the young jinba foals below that had stumbled upon them, unable to comprehend the floating that was beyond their world but very capable of understanding the fighting, clawing violence, didn't begin to wail.]
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That's why she slams into him again, why she slams her hooves into his chest-
And why she doesn't pull back even though she knows he's going for her eyes. All she does... is turn her face so that its easier to go for her left one, so that fingers slip beneath the strings and panel of her eyepatch and displace the leather, revealing the sickly green eye that had been implanted in her head unwilling as she thrashed and screamed by the demon Sebastian Michaelis. A part of her almost hoped that he would find the leverage, that he would slide a thumb in and puncture it. Her lover may have begged her not to rip it out herself, clasping her hands and pleading with her not to hurt herself as she lay half broken on the floor after stumbling home from receiving the demon's "attention", but if someone else ruined it--]
The bitch who let you Zenites sic Kowloons monsters on Springstar's citizens so you could cut the Tribune down at his home? Who let Aetos terrorize Alenroux with monsters for centuries for his fucking experiments?!
[She'd laugh at the idea of Yima being good if she could laugh. If she weren't using all her strength to grapple with Amos, scrambling for purchase, forelegs lashing--
And if one of the young jinba foals below that had stumbled upon them, unable to comprehend the floating that was beyond their world but very capable of understanding the fighting, clawing violence, didn't begin to wail.]