[Hayame and Akua have talked many times now, since they found themselves in Horos. But they did not talk much about... themselves. They spoke of battle plans, of strategy, of binding demons and what must be done, and the first time they'd exchanged words it had even been insults... This, though-
This-
Hayame fires off an arrow into a different mirror that flickered with the passage of a jinba within it, only for the voice to scoff from somewhere, from everywhere all at once.]
Then you know it for a poison.
["Iron sharpens iron". It was a phrase that would not be amiss in the barren wastes of Echigo, the harsh living of a jinba breeding stable outpost. But the voice remains sinister, and cold, and cruel, when it accuses-]
But... It obviously wasn't unforgivable, then, was it?
[In the echoes of the ice and the glow, an arrowhead materializes in what should have been a reflection, leveled right at the magic user's head.]
no subject
This-
Hayame fires off an arrow into a different mirror that flickered with the passage of a jinba within it, only for the voice to scoff from somewhere, from everywhere all at once.]
Then you know it for a poison.
["Iron sharpens iron". It was a phrase that would not be amiss in the barren wastes of Echigo, the harsh living of a jinba breeding stable outpost. But the voice remains sinister, and cold, and cruel, when it accuses-]
But... It obviously wasn't unforgivable, then, was it?
[In the echoes of the ice and the glow, an arrowhead materializes in what should have been a reflection, leveled right at the magic user's head.]