[Yamatagi Madara has no time for all this yapping. The eye set in her abdomen rolls in its socket, looking over Shinjiro all the while, and puppeteering Dara's arms to raise up. Six fists crash against the barrier which crackles against the force. It remains, but there is a fraction of a sliver in the light that seals over in a second. This threat in particular causes Shinjiro's guardian to hiss at the god, drawing its attention.]
...Oh...I see now--!
[The cursed, black eyes in Dara's head suddenly look amused before she lets out a loud cackle of laughter that bounces off the cave's walls:]
AHAHAHAHAAA...! To think that priestess gave herself a weakness!!!
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[Yamatagi Madara has no time for all this yapping. The eye set in her abdomen rolls in its socket, looking over Shinjiro all the while, and puppeteering Dara's arms to raise up. Six fists crash against the barrier which crackles against the force. It remains, but there is a fraction of a sliver in the light that seals over in a second. This threat in particular causes Shinjiro's guardian to hiss at the god, drawing its attention.]
...Oh...I see now--!
[The cursed, black eyes in Dara's head suddenly look amused before she lets out a loud cackle of laughter that bounces off the cave's walls:]
AHAHAHAHAAA...! To think that priestess gave herself a weakness!!!