| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:30 am] |
Tsume remained sitting, one hand loosely gripping her other wrist. To remain sitting kept things from escalating. More importantly, it kept Genma from seeing just how weak she currently was. Her gaze stayed level on his face, though the hackles she didn't have prickled as Kuromaru went still, a predator even in his human skin. His head turned slowly, single eye tracking both people.
"I assume you got that from Raidou. Did he also tell you it was an accident?" she asked softly. "Or that we'd been practicing fighting dirty?" Which, she didn't point out, had been his idea. "Or perhaps you've never hit someone where you didn't mean to in a spar. Maybe no one has ever dodged the way you weren't expecting." It wasn't quite what had happened. He hadn't dodged; she just hadn't known where she'd been biting.
She could tell him she'd been out of it. Panicking and seeing nothing. That Raidou had expected that, too. She didn't. She remained sitting. "I guess you don't ever have accidents." |
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