The yokai must have been an illusionist and a telekinetic. It was the only way the miserable lizard form could be defeating her Sesshumaru. The demon lord's face was impassive as usual but his eyes held something that was foreign, so foreign that she failed to identify it. Her gaze now shifted to Jaken, who was flaming something with his staff that wasn't there. All the while he was screaming in a language she did not understand.
A wounded howl brought her attention back to her Sesshumaru. His arm, his good arm, had been rendered useless. Now it occurred to her that the illusions could inflict harm while whatever Sesshumaru did had no effect. An old emotion burned within her, helplessness, but she forced it down. If she were to be of any use, she'd need a steady hand and a cool mind. Another injured howl…
She quickly uncoiled her gut string and looped it around her bow. The next instant she had an arrow from her quiver and the enemy yokai in her sight. She loosed, again, again, and again. The target was not in question, neither was her aim, it was a matter of having enough arrows to plow through this demon's scaly hide.
Perhaps the anger had taken its hold and this was revenge on all that had happened in the past. Perhaps it was the fear of having another disappear from her life or perhaps, she'd just had her fill of standing in the shadows, while those she cared for fought. The tears came on their own accord; she let them. She had to.
Her bow still vibrated from use when she was finally able to see and acknowledge what she'd done. The enemy's eyes would have been wide open with shock if arrows didn't protrude from each. Another fledged object was buried in his wind pipe, but her favorite target seemed to concentrate on the left side of his chest. There, a neat cluster of her arrows had lodged themselves right where the creature's heart would have been. She felt no regret. She felt no shame. But she felt no triumph either. For once she felt nothing and wondered if this is what it was like to be Sesshumaru-sama.
"Baka! Baka! Baka!"
She turned her head to see Jaken-sama running toward her, staff raised for an attack. Once again an arrow was on her string ready to loose. The froggish demon paused, uncertain. She had long ago thrown away her childish excuses for Jaken's hatred towards her. She kept the peace for her lord and for her lord demon only. Right now her nerves were raw and the adrenaline rush still high. It would not do for Jaken to vex her.
"Rin," It was the voice she did not question, " Do not waste your arrows."
She lowered her weapon and gazed towards Sesshumaru-sama. She would obey his wishes.
"Come."
Her bow was unstrung in a matter of seconds and it now rested comfortably on her back as she made her way towards Sesshumaru. She halted a few feet from his person and waited for him to lead. He looked her over and nodded as if something pleased him and proceeded to head east. And Rin followed. Rin would always follow.