[By itself his latest taunt might have been something she could have dealt with— she would have been angry, certainly, but no more so than before. The addition of her brother, however, the brother she'd cared for more than her own life and yet denied for so long, the brother she'd only managed to make tentative overtures to once they'd been reunited again, that was more than enough to crack what fragile resolve was left to her and send her from carefully controlled and simmering anger to unthinking fury.
And without thought Ayumu simply acts, hand flashing to the small blade concealed in her obi and drawing it out even as she lunges forward. She cannot fight against words, this she knows logically, but when she was left stripped bare of all defenses logic gave way in the face of a blind need to somehow fight back, to stop the flow of words before they could hurt all the more.]
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And without thought Ayumu simply acts, hand flashing to the small blade concealed in her obi and drawing it out even as she lunges forward. She cannot fight against words, this she knows logically, but when she was left stripped bare of all defenses logic gave way in the face of a blind need to somehow fight back, to stop the flow of words before they could hurt all the more.]