Ashe's aim was true, her movements swift.. but they weren't perfect. She may have struck his ribs, may have grazed his knee, but her lip still feathered in frustration as he slipped away from the attack. Not good enough. Idiot girl. Her life had been a special kind of hell in the Guild, and she would sell them all to the king again in a heartbeat if she could (minus one Silver Wing, of course), but she was sorely suffering in the lack of daily and vigorous training. She didn't let herself consider that it was just as much her own self sabotage in her declined health that dulled her skill.
Jigano dropped his stick as he addressed her, and she pulled to a controlled stop.. and she went very still. Slowly she lowered her arm to her side and straightened her spine, her chin rising as she let her eyes settle on him cooly. There it was - that shift she had sensed when she said what she was, it was there in his words now. Words that dripped with contempt.
Ashe barked a bitter laugh. Her freedom, bought with the lives she took? She didn't explain herself, she felt no need to, and he was treating her as she expected people to when they discovered her profession. But the very idea of her freedom coming from her contracts? Each job she had taken on had pressed the weight of her Master further upon her, freedom further and further...
This young assassin just shook her head as the bitter laugh died, and she left a strange sort of smile on her lips as she considered the male before her. She could have told him the way she suffered, the consequences she reaped, but she didn't bother. She, perhaps more than anyone, knew she deserved worse. Even still, she bent at the waist with one arm across her middle, the other sweeping behind her with a flare and a sharp smirk.
"See you around then, Jig," she said in a low tone, her eyes tracking him with preternatural stillness through the trees, until his white hair flickered out of sight.
Jigano dropped his stick as he addressed her, and she pulled to a controlled stop.. and she went very still. Slowly she lowered her arm to her side and straightened her spine, her chin rising as she let her eyes settle on him cooly. There it was - that shift she had sensed when she said what she was, it was there in his words now. Words that dripped with contempt.
Ashe barked a bitter laugh. Her freedom, bought with the lives she took? She didn't explain herself, she felt no need to, and he was treating her as she expected people to when they discovered her profession. But the very idea of her freedom coming from her contracts? Each job she had taken on had pressed the weight of her Master further upon her, freedom further and further...
This young assassin just shook her head as the bitter laugh died, and she left a strange sort of smile on her lips as she considered the male before her. She could have told him the way she suffered, the consequences she reaped, but she didn't bother. She, perhaps more than anyone, knew she deserved worse. Even still, she bent at the waist with one arm across her middle, the other sweeping behind her with a flare and a sharp smirk.
"See you around then, Jig," she said in a low tone, her eyes tracking him with preternatural stillness through the trees, until his white hair flickered out of sight.
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