[Korra's work is the act of gods- if Hayame had not served outside her world as long as she had. If she had not sworn to be the warrior of a lord who could command ice as she seemed to have domain over land and wind.
Still, it is something she views as fearsome. As strange, and powerful.
She does not approach the wall, hooves skittering back, even, to put more distance between herself and the magic she distrusts so deeply. (Still, she reminds herself- useful.)
And she waits, flanks heaving slightly with the exertion of battle, gaze and expression still half twisted with battle rage as she listens. Hears the last bits of fighting on the other fronts... and then the sounds of ships, the pain of a laser graze on her rear she hadn't noticed in the heat of things slowly trickling into her awareness.
The preparation for retreat. For now.
Only then does she lower her bow, though she still holds tight, turning her gaze to the new recruit. ... She ought say something.]
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Still, it is something she views as fearsome. As strange, and powerful.
She does not approach the wall, hooves skittering back, even, to put more distance between herself and the magic she distrusts so deeply. (Still, she reminds herself- useful.)
And she waits, flanks heaving slightly with the exertion of battle, gaze and expression still half twisted with battle rage as she listens. Hears the last bits of fighting on the other fronts... and then the sounds of ships, the pain of a laser graze on her rear she hadn't noticed in the heat of things slowly trickling into her awareness.
The preparation for retreat. For now.
Only then does she lower her bow, though she still holds tight, turning her gaze to the new recruit. ... She ought say something.]
... Good work.
[Well, that was an understatement.]