[ The sight of the injured sheep turns her stomach, and after swallowing down hard, her hand slowly goes to the hilt of her blade. Keeping close to the Exorcist by her side, she readies herself. No sudden movements, her eyes locked on the ayakashi there.
The one that, at the sight of both god and shinki, after snarling and attempting to exert its dominance decides that maybe fresh mutton and a heaping dose of fear aren't worth all of this.
Charging suddenly forward toward them, kicking up dirt in its wake, the ayakashi looks like it might try to attack the two of them, appearing to go in for a lunge—
But instead leaping up and over the two with ease, past the pen and padding off toward the edge of the farmlands, toward the woods between two properties. Running away?
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The one that, at the sight of both god and shinki, after snarling and attempting to exert its dominance decides that maybe fresh mutton and a heaping dose of fear aren't worth all of this.
Charging suddenly forward toward them, kicking up dirt in its wake, the ayakashi looks like it might try to attack the two of them, appearing to go in for a lunge—
But instead leaping up and over the two with ease, past the pen and padding off toward the edge of the farmlands, toward the woods between two properties. Running away?
So it would seem. ]