A terrible motivation indeed–that Meiko recognizes, that his
want to destroy is a dark thing indeed. It is not a task that she
feels that she would carry out herself, but in the end, his desire
has nothing to do with her, nor does she know, or harbor any
sort of attachment to the beings of which he speaks. Do to that,
if they were to disappear entirely from this earth, it would hurt her
no more than a thorn wedged momentarily into unsuspecting flesh.
She remains silent, allowing the male to have his fill of prattle.
Meiko wonders just how it is he came to be in possession of
such shards of power, probably stripping them from their
previous, much less intelligent owners no doubt. The acc-
usation of fibbery however, has her tilting her head, just
enough to gaze at him with empty hues, lashes semi lowered
as she contemplates him over. The yokai offers not a single
verbal acknowledgement, simply raises a slender arm, fingers
spread wide, palm facing his trail of destruction as energy,
sparked and dance within the fleshy center of her hand.
It’s eagerness is so great, that as the white hot fibers meet,
audible pops, crackles, and zaps sound out against the
open air. The shimmer condenses, collapsing into the
perfectness of a smooth, a small, luminous, sphere. There is a
moments pause as she holds it there, the force, lifting her
hair, billowing her robes. Meiko lets it fly, expelling it like cannon
fire as it travels the Hiei’s blackened path, knocking over what
little of the trees that had remained, clinging for dear life, digging
up more dirt and ash, sending it up it up into a great cloud,
illuminated by the strength of her spirits, spiraling out off into
the distant horizon like an imploding star.
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