[Both her flanks heaving but still nowhere near exhausted, legs completely still even as Liem quickly dismounts to get on his own two feet, Hayame stares Manon down as the options race through his mind, her hair disheveled and half obscuring the eyepatch coveting the left side of her face. It is terribly clear that she’s willing to chase him to the ends of the broken, floating earth if she has to for her answers- answers she didn’t even want to care about but had to, now, because of this miserable situation, how much she had nearly lost to that Alenroux monster, and how trampled her honor had been at the so-called debates over Manon’s fate.
She will not lose again. And she will not hear false, soothing words about this not being a matter of winning or losing.
What Manon eventually says makes more than enough sense to her based on her understanding of the situation. It had never been something she doubted that Yima likely wanted this man dead, preferably before he said anything that could damage Zenith’s standing. She’d come to this prepared to fight, and prepared to kill if she had to.]
That’s how I would have preferred it in the first place.
[So it’s not hard for her to pull an arrow from her quiver. It doesn’t take more than the space of a few seconds to draw her bow, to line up her shot…
And to release a powerful arrow that flies through the air aimed right at the man who called himself the Archivist. Or rather, right at the shoulder of the man who called himself the Archivist. The thick root of the Tree of Life behind him would make for a suitable pinning board.
… That one is a Zenith, is her answer. And though she much rather would have shot the other one for all the quibbling and useless “arguments” she’d been forced to listen to when debating Manon’s fate… She targets first the one she doesn’t want dead. The one she wants alive if Manon reneges and his powers might prove useful after all.]
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She will not lose again. And she will not hear false, soothing words about this not being a matter of winning or losing.
What Manon eventually says makes more than enough sense to her based on her understanding of the situation. It had never been something she doubted that Yima likely wanted this man dead, preferably before he said anything that could damage Zenith’s standing. She’d come to this prepared to fight, and prepared to kill if she had to.]
That’s how I would have preferred it in the first place.
[So it’s not hard for her to pull an arrow from her quiver. It doesn’t take more than the space of a few seconds to draw her bow, to line up her shot…
And to release a powerful arrow that flies through the air aimed right at the man who called himself the Archivist. Or rather, right at the shoulder of the man who called himself the Archivist. The thick root of the Tree of Life behind him would make for a suitable pinning board.
… That one is a Zenith, is her answer. And though she much rather would have shot the other one for all the quibbling and useless “arguments” she’d been forced to listen to when debating Manon’s fate… She targets first the one she doesn’t want dead. The one she wants alive if Manon reneges and his powers might prove useful after all.]