[Hayame could kill this man. She could kill many men, that much is obvious. At seven feet tall and a half ton in weight that was pure honed muscle, her race and her training both had created a woman that could crush a skull in her hands or beneath a hoof- and that was if she was not armed. And now she is.
But so far... as quick as she was to find insult or offense in the words of others... It has not happened yet. It could be noted that it had been mere seconds, but. She's done worse.]
This is not a performance, nor an offering.
[It was training, as he had said, and though she points it out... her one remaining eye picks out details about his clothing that clash with... she would think them familiar, those robes, but- bells?]
I have no desire to teach, either, if that is what you have come for.
no subject
But so far... as quick as she was to find insult or offense in the words of others... It has not happened yet. It could be noted that it had been mere seconds, but. She's done worse.]
This is not a performance, nor an offering.
[It was training, as he had said, and though she points it out... her one remaining eye picks out details about his clothing that clash with... she would think them familiar, those robes, but- bells?]
I have no desire to teach, either, if that is what you have come for.