HOTARU
Sunjata is there in an instant, and his body stops her from advancing as her heart commands her to, rattled by the swift way everything had gone impossibly wrong. His voice is distant and overlaid with the buzz of adrenaline in her ears, but the width of his shoulders cut her line of sight and his hands anchor her down in the here and now. Her hands tremble when they reach for him in return. A touchstone as much as a leash, so she doesn't make things worse in the pursuit of fixing them.
Instead she just folds into his embrace, shutting out the sound of the sand beneath Ronin's boots as father and daughter move away. It's going to take her longer to get herself together enough to follow them. Stay with me, she pleads, though she knows Sunjata will regardless. Just a few more minutes, until she can swallow it down enough to face her next opponent.
- Fin!
Instead she just folds into his embrace, shutting out the sound of the sand beneath Ronin's boots as father and daughter move away. It's going to take her longer to get herself together enough to follow them. Stay with me, she pleads, though she knows Sunjata will regardless. Just a few more minutes, until she can swallow it down enough to face her next opponent.
- Fin!
Oh, drunken gods of slaughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
