Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Feb 10, 2018 23:59:33 GMT -5
Kobushi, for his part, remembers Hinata's words of warning about the Otomo.
The Harpy.
His fist clenches. Tight. Tense. The kind of fist he makes when he wants to break something. Or someone. Muscles tighten. Blood pumps. He'd never quite felt a need to strike another human being quite as hard as this. Hard enough to break his own hand. Hard enough to break the armor-like hides of nasty things best left unnamed. He takes a deep breath. Tries to calm himself.
Not the time. Not the place.
So he hits the training dummy in the chest and leaves part of its protective plating cracked, battered.
He, too, walks away.
/scene
The Harpy.
His fist clenches. Tight. Tense. The kind of fist he makes when he wants to break something. Or someone. Muscles tighten. Blood pumps. He'd never quite felt a need to strike another human being quite as hard as this. Hard enough to break his own hand. Hard enough to break the armor-like hides of nasty things best left unnamed. He takes a deep breath. Tries to calm himself.
Not the time. Not the place.
So he hits the training dummy in the chest and leaves part of its protective plating cracked, battered.
He, too, walks away.
/scene