What haven't they lost since LongNight? Even those who had emerged physically unscathed had still experienced the lingering tensions of being stuck indoors and at the mercy of the decisions of those chosen to decide on when doors were opened. No matter how minor, they had all lost something. Friends, family, peace of mind. Hotaru's expression is understanding, though she doesn't ask, isn't sure if they're at that stage of familiarity yet and unwilling to ruin the hunt so early with discussion of emotion and tragedy.
Instead she plays into his teasing, more vibrant and assured than when they had first met. "You only look once? You insult me," she jests, hand flying to her breast in swooning dramatics at her attractiveness being so gravely undermined. But her following smile is playful, and she gets down to work, listening as Jigano menacingly vows that it will not be a problem any time soon. Hotaru smirks, readies her hands, familiar sparks leaping to her control. It is weaker than she used to be - hailing lightning, creating storms, felling foes with thousands of volts directed onto their bodies - but the control is familiar. She nods her head in silent signal that she's ready, and waits.
As soon as the water recedes, three disgustingly large worms are revealed. Two lunge for them immediately, and Hotaru's hands snap out immediately, unafraid to receive the impact with her hands where the sparks are stronger, ready to pour the volts into their still damp bodies. Hopefully she has the reach to get both in contact, but she's sure Jigano can handle himself if it gets past her.
Instead she plays into his teasing, more vibrant and assured than when they had first met. "You only look once? You insult me," she jests, hand flying to her breast in swooning dramatics at her attractiveness being so gravely undermined. But her following smile is playful, and she gets down to work, listening as Jigano menacingly vows that it will not be a problem any time soon. Hotaru smirks, readies her hands, familiar sparks leaping to her control. It is weaker than she used to be - hailing lightning, creating storms, felling foes with thousands of volts directed onto their bodies - but the control is familiar. She nods her head in silent signal that she's ready, and waits.
As soon as the water recedes, three disgustingly large worms are revealed. Two lunge for them immediately, and Hotaru's hands snap out immediately, unafraid to receive the impact with her hands where the sparks are stronger, ready to pour the volts into their still damp bodies. Hopefully she has the reach to get both in contact, but she's sure Jigano can handle himself if it gets past her.
