{The bullets start flying and the magnitude of his flames, both light up the situation and make the shadows deeper, obscuring her vision at times. She's worried for his safety, but when only measly sparking Sun and Cloud flames come from the vehicle Haru finds herself thinking that she would pity them if they hadn't harmed her Family. They don't stand a chance against Xanxus. The odds of him leaving someone alive get lower in her estimation, but that's alright. They'll at least think twice before attacking another one of her shipments.
On the other hand, the simplicity of this fight against his skill means he's more likely to be in a good mood and willing to let her cook for him. She rocks on her feet, getting a little excited about the thought. The residence she's staying in is fully stocked with both Italian and Japanese ingredients. She's been practicing her Western dishes, so maybe she could try out something whole and filling after he's expended the energy to protect her endeavors. She plans it out in her mind already envisioning him sitting across from her casually with his suit coat off and sleeves rolled up, discussing what their next steps against these attackers would be, but that's getting ahead of herself. She still has to convince him to eat with her.
She's sure the battle's coming to an end, if it's not already over when he turns and starts running straight for her. There's an expression on his face that sends her heart racing and terror coursing through her veins.Ricardo had only looked that way a handful of times, all of them when their enemies had broken the Mafia laws and tried to attack her directly.
Haru's moving, summoning her thunder flame and plugging it into the box from her pocket even as he calls out her name. Not her current name, but her old one. She wants to address that, will need to before too long, but tables it for the moment as her enormous butterfly takes shape beneath her and lifts her up. There's a stinging pain on her arm and she barely catches the sight of a Rain coated knife flying past her, turning around to fall back towards one of Sanada's crew members.
It pissed her off because this was a really cute sweater and she's never going to be able to get the blood out of it's tiny tight weave, let alone repair the hole to look as good as new. She takes higher into the air as he throws again, three blades this time. The electricity of the butterfly deflects two of them, but she has to lean almost off her transport entirely and the third still catches the skin of her cheek.
Haru cries out slipping and cursing in two languages before climbing back between the segmented parts of the insect's body. She's angry now, and there's no one still moving at the first site, so she yells.}
Take that one alive! He owes me a new sweater!
{Because even after a decade in the mafia, and the sudden revelation of a past life, she's still Haru.}
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On the other hand, the simplicity of this fight against his skill means he's more likely to be in a good mood and willing to let her cook for him. She rocks on her feet, getting a little excited about the thought. The residence she's staying in is fully stocked with both Italian and Japanese ingredients. She's been practicing her Western dishes, so maybe she could try out something whole and filling after he's expended the energy to protect her endeavors. She plans it out in her mind already envisioning him sitting across from her casually with his suit coat off and sleeves rolled up, discussing what their next steps against these attackers would be, but that's getting ahead of herself. She still has to convince him to eat with her.
She's sure the battle's coming to an end, if it's not already over when he turns and starts running straight for her. There's an expression on his face that sends her heart racing and terror coursing through her veins.Ricardo had only looked that way a handful of times, all of them when their enemies had broken the Mafia laws and tried to attack her directly.
Haru's moving, summoning her thunder flame and plugging it into the box from her pocket even as he calls out her name. Not her current name, but her old one. She wants to address that, will need to before too long, but tables it for the moment as her enormous butterfly takes shape beneath her and lifts her up. There's a stinging pain on her arm and she barely catches the sight of a Rain coated knife flying past her, turning around to fall back towards one of Sanada's crew members.
It pissed her off because this was a really cute sweater and she's never going to be able to get the blood out of it's tiny tight weave, let alone repair the hole to look as good as new. She takes higher into the air as he throws again, three blades this time. The electricity of the butterfly deflects two of them, but she has to lean almost off her transport entirely and the third still catches the skin of her cheek.
Haru cries out slipping and cursing in two languages before climbing back between the segmented parts of the insect's body. She's angry now, and there's no one still moving at the first site, so she yells.}
Take that one alive! He owes me a new sweater!
{Because even after a decade in the mafia, and the sudden revelation of a past life, she's still Haru.}