[ A thrill of displeasure courses through the link despite his clear intent. It's hard not to know that his words are meant as a high compliment when days of dreaming of brown doe eyes has made sure she understands full well what Elena means to him.
But she is, and will always be, Katsuragi. No other name can rest so heavily on her shoulders. Her father was the one to discover the tree of life itself and in the process opened pandora's box to find hope in the aftermath of two billion dead, and see, she has destroyed each and every one of the horrors he unleashed. She is her father's daughter, the one to bring his work to completion with the same brazenness and, yes, moronic bravery. Her refusal of his compliment only serves to prove his point.
What she fails to expect is how fast he moves, too fast for her to do anything but relax her muscles to receive the blow that hits squarely against her jaw. It's telling, instead of fear or anger, her mind betrays a rush of excitement, an awakened thirst for violence, just before she retaliates with a straight punch aimed toward his torso, twisting her fist to maximize the force, enough to bruise a normal human. She's trained, yes, and precise, but it's still an audacious move, when missing would send her swinging into thin air and threatening her balance. ]
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But she is, and will always be, Katsuragi. No other name can rest so heavily on her shoulders. Her father was the one to discover the tree of life itself and in the process opened pandora's box to find hope in the aftermath of two billion dead, and see, she has destroyed each and every one of the horrors he unleashed. She is her father's daughter, the one to bring his work to completion with the same brazenness and, yes, moronic bravery. Her refusal of his compliment only serves to prove his point.
What she fails to expect is how fast he moves, too fast for her to do anything but relax her muscles to receive the blow that hits squarely against her jaw. It's telling, instead of fear or anger, her mind betrays a rush of excitement, an awakened thirst for violence, just before she retaliates with a straight punch aimed toward his torso, twisting her fist to maximize the force, enough to bruise a normal human. She's trained, yes, and precise, but it's still an audacious move, when missing would send her swinging into thin air and threatening her balance. ]