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Qit hadn't even seen her mother move out of the way of her blow, simply felt the counter strike slam into the side of her face. An open hand slap so hard it threw her to the ground. Qit twisted at the waist, just in time, so as to collide with the floor with her ribs and arm, instead of the baby in her arms. That was reckless, stupid. And it hurt, a lot. But Qit'ria knew pain, could handle pain. She was a Becomer after all. She regularly made and remade her body over and over, and it hurt far worse than this. This was nothing.
Her spark screamed for bloodlust. It was raging within her, demanding to be let loose, and Qit'ria was tempted to let it. But not with Caza in her arms. This was a fight for her and her mother. Her head throbbed from the blow, her focus was a bit shaken, but she could tell her mother was toying with her. That was a blow to her pride she couldn't stand for, wouldn't stand for. Qit'ria made it back to her feet, wondering why her mother was testing her in such a way. To prove she wasn't the huntress she'd wanted? There had to be more to it, her mother was not wasteful in anything, not with resources, nor in action. Everything had a reason.
Qit'ria turned to Hork, and handed him Caza. "Outside. Now." Her eyes ferocious, glaring at him, showed that she was not to be questioned in this. He took the child, and made his way to the door. Qit'ria turned back to her mother, her glare not lessening, a sneer on her face that was perfectly matching Lat'ora's, as she let her discipline slip. Enough was enough. She snatched her power from her spark, and poured it into her bear cloak, Assimilated and stored within her body. She stepped forward toward her mother with a lunge, and ripped the bear essence out of her totem, and Unleashed its form.
She wouldn't be faster than her mother, but she could be stronger. The transformation happened instantly, putting a large drain on her ether. She didn't bother to roar as she normally would. Her lunge became a bear's charge, and her jaws were reaching out to grasp anything she could get a hold of. She didn't bother to slow the charge, for even if she missed, a bear's shoulder tackle was damaging. She'd experienced that firsthand when Bear had discovered her Flaying Rynata. Regardless of whether her mother was struck or not, the charge would carry the bear woman across the room, to prepare her counter charge.
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Qit hadn't even seen her mother move out of the way of her blow, simply felt the counter strike slam into the side of her face. An open hand slap so hard it threw her to the ground. Qit twisted at the waist, just in time, so as to collide with the floor with her ribs and arm, instead of the baby in her arms. That was reckless, stupid. And it hurt, a lot. But Qit'ria knew pain, could handle pain. She was a Becomer after all. She regularly made and remade her body over and over, and it hurt far worse than this. This was nothing.
Her spark screamed for bloodlust. It was raging within her, demanding to be let loose, and Qit'ria was tempted to let it. But not with Caza in her arms. This was a fight for her and her mother. Her head throbbed from the blow, her focus was a bit shaken, but she could tell her mother was toying with her. That was a blow to her pride she couldn't stand for, wouldn't stand for. Qit'ria made it back to her feet, wondering why her mother was testing her in such a way. To prove she wasn't the huntress she'd wanted? There had to be more to it, her mother was not wasteful in anything, not with resources, nor in action. Everything had a reason.
Qit'ria turned to Hork, and handed him Caza. "Outside. Now." Her eyes ferocious, glaring at him, showed that she was not to be questioned in this. He took the child, and made his way to the door. Qit'ria turned back to her mother, her glare not lessening, a sneer on her face that was perfectly matching Lat'ora's, as she let her discipline slip. Enough was enough. She snatched her power from her spark, and poured it into her bear cloak, Assimilated and stored within her body. She stepped forward toward her mother with a lunge, and ripped the bear essence out of her totem, and Unleashed its form.
She wouldn't be faster than her mother, but she could be stronger. The transformation happened instantly, putting a large drain on her ether. She didn't bother to roar as she normally would. Her lunge became a bear's charge, and her jaws were reaching out to grasp anything she could get a hold of. She didn't bother to slow the charge, for even if she missed, a bear's shoulder tackle was damaging. She'd experienced that firsthand when Bear had discovered her Flaying Rynata. Regardless of whether her mother was struck or not, the charge would carry the bear woman across the room, to prepare her counter charge.