[Hayame has been trained for battle since she was old enough to hold a bow. Trained to kill humans, and her fellow jinba alike. With arrows, a blade, or her own body if she had to... though she preferred weapons and the dignity they allowed her, the illusion of humanity... in times of instinct, it was not so easy to suppress more... animal tendencies.
She would have jumped over him if he presented a small enough target, kept running if he dodged... but he charges her. (Or so it seems.) Tried to ride her as if she were a beast. He becomes an enemy in her eyes, and she had been taught well how to deal with enemies who sought to pull such maneuvers on the battlefield.
With no reply... Hayame rams herself into the side of the hallway, slamming the side of her body he clings to against the metal paneling, slowing down... but only to start to buck, reaching down simultaneously to grab her would-be rider by the hair and attempt to pry him off.]
I love it... I'm the sorry one
She would have jumped over him if he presented a small enough target, kept running if he dodged... but he charges her. (Or so it seems.) Tried to ride her as if she were a beast. He becomes an enemy in her eyes, and she had been taught well how to deal with enemies who sought to pull such maneuvers on the battlefield.
With no reply... Hayame rams herself into the side of the hallway, slamming the side of her body he clings to against the metal paneling, slowing down... but only to start to buck, reaching down simultaneously to grab her would-be rider by the hair and attempt to pry him off.]