[ Inancha shows no fear, even as the darkness that surrounds Khara potentially increases the time it will take for her goal to be met. But that is no matter, nothing to be concerned of. In fact, the longer the battle? The better. Whatever scars Inancha will bear will prove to provide valuable pain, a pain that she can use to increase her own value over time. It is as Jebei would want. ]
[ The delightful smell of charred skin and hair sustains a burst of energy on Inancha's behalf, a tighter grip around her weapon as she prepares for the attack of her former friend. Inancha does not move, tilts her head as her eyes widen in anticipation for what Khara has in store. She hears Bobo screeching behind her in warning and does nothing to react. The closer the other Au'ra comes brings a clearer deduction of what she must be feeling, leaving Inancha fully aware of what's to come. ]
[ She allows the blade to strike her in knowing Khara has no intent on delivering deadly harm. It strikes true, blade managing to cut between the edges of her armor. Inancha is unmoving, almost pleased, and she stares up at Khara with a look supporting it. ]
[ The sound of liquid dripping onto the cold, steel surface of her boots follows as blood pours freely between plates. Yet Inancha stands perfectly still with her gaze locked to Khara's, smile gone save for the light in her eyes. ]
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[ The delightful smell of charred skin and hair sustains a burst of energy on Inancha's behalf, a tighter grip around her weapon as she prepares for the attack of her former friend. Inancha does not move, tilts her head as her eyes widen in anticipation for what Khara has in store. She hears Bobo screeching behind her in warning and does nothing to react. The closer the other Au'ra comes brings a clearer deduction of what she must be feeling, leaving Inancha fully aware of what's to come. ]
[ She allows the blade to strike her in knowing Khara has no intent on delivering deadly harm. It strikes true, blade managing to cut between the edges of her armor. Inancha is unmoving, almost pleased, and she stares up at Khara with a look supporting it. ]
[ The sound of liquid dripping onto the cold, steel surface of her boots follows as blood pours freely between plates. Yet Inancha stands perfectly still with her gaze locked to Khara's, smile gone save for the light in her eyes. ]