[They're not dead, but Hayame doesn't stop running just because others of their so-called team have engaged the beast. She lowers her bow and her head, the slope of her human spine to align with the angle a horse's neck usually sat in, and resumes the speedier pace she was capable of when not trying to sight down an arrow at the same time.
She doesn't respond to his brilliant observation, either, (yet, she wants to add), kicking up filth and blood beneath her hooves until she throws herself up a shallow slope with a grunt, hooves scrambling for purchase before she finds it, human hands reaching out in tandem to steady herself before she manages to haul them most of the way up out of the Minotaur's sunken territory.
It's here that she finally stops, flanks heaving with exertion and lathered with sweat, his vomit now a paste serving to stick dirt and dust to her leg.]
Get off.
[He has about three seconds before she sees about expediting his dismount with a shake of her withers. She's nice enough to at least do it in the direction that would land him on his ass rather than his head.]
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She doesn't respond to his brilliant observation, either, (yet, she wants to add), kicking up filth and blood beneath her hooves until she throws herself up a shallow slope with a grunt, hooves scrambling for purchase before she finds it, human hands reaching out in tandem to steady herself before she manages to haul them most of the way up out of the Minotaur's sunken territory.
It's here that she finally stops, flanks heaving with exertion and lathered with sweat, his vomit now a paste serving to stick dirt and dust to her leg.]
Get off.
[He has about three seconds before she sees about expediting his dismount with a shake of her withers. She's nice enough to at least do it in the direction that would land him on his ass rather than his head.]