Hotaru's laughter is unfettered and amused, charmed by the Bard's quick response, pleased by his - perhaps dramatized but nonetheless appreciated - awareness of her abilities. "You have my permission, no need to fear my blade just yet. Now my teeth however..." here she grins to display them prominently, a positively devilish look upon her pretty face. She can sense that he is here to play, to cavort and tease, but much like Sunjata will not seal the deal. A shame, he's just as lovely - though in different ways - and she would have loved to entice him further if he were game.
Oh but they have an even better game to play, one that starts with feral swiftness. Her lightning, her electricity, it is far weaker than she has ever felt it. Childlike and frustratingly difficult to bend to her will. But the creature squeals beneath her palms just the same, writhing under her power. It's a heady feeling, to remind herself that she may be cut down from her powerfhu throne, but she is not in any way helpless.
She leaps backwards, nimble and slight, as the worm tries to grab her in its spasming coils. Sharp eyes watch Jigano herd the two into a corral, and as his voice calls out she feels a surge of something new inside her as her hands reach to strike once more. She doesn't waste her breath on a response, old habits and training rising like a tide inside her. Completely focused on their prey. And suddenly as she moves she is grasping two simple metal bars that taper into a fine point, static electricity crackling and humming with potential down each surface. She doesn't question their appearance in her hands, striking first and putting aside consideration of this new magic later. With all her strength she lunges forward, electrified bar swinging down against the closest worm's body. Seeking to plunge the sharp end into it, perhaps even pin it to the earth if she gets all the way through, the static still crackling as a secondary defense. Then she spun and - training with Deimos coming to the fore - hurls the other in a perfect spinning arc towards the other to try and impale it as well.
Oh but they have an even better game to play, one that starts with feral swiftness. Her lightning, her electricity, it is far weaker than she has ever felt it. Childlike and frustratingly difficult to bend to her will. But the creature squeals beneath her palms just the same, writhing under her power. It's a heady feeling, to remind herself that she may be cut down from her powerfhu throne, but she is not in any way helpless.
She leaps backwards, nimble and slight, as the worm tries to grab her in its spasming coils. Sharp eyes watch Jigano herd the two into a corral, and as his voice calls out she feels a surge of something new inside her as her hands reach to strike once more. She doesn't waste her breath on a response, old habits and training rising like a tide inside her. Completely focused on their prey. And suddenly as she moves she is grasping two simple metal bars that taper into a fine point, static electricity crackling and humming with potential down each surface. She doesn't question their appearance in her hands, striking first and putting aside consideration of this new magic later. With all her strength she lunges forward, electrified bar swinging down against the closest worm's body. Seeking to plunge the sharp end into it, perhaps even pin it to the earth if she gets all the way through, the static still crackling as a secondary defense. Then she spun and - training with Deimos coming to the fore - hurls the other in a perfect spinning arc towards the other to try and impale it as well.
