[Kyna scrambles on top of him immediately, straddling him to pin him down, apparently completely unaware or uncaring of their size difference. As careful as she usually is about the empathy bond, she has no such compunctions now, apparently. Her hands close around his neck, the blue glow flaring up in their chests. Instead of feeling his shock, the contact burns and she cries out, yanking her hands back.
Not even her name gets through to her. She barely reacts to it. The pain from the empathy bond only intensifies her anger somehow, and her jaw locks as she bares her teeth, expression almost animalistic. She can't touch him, but that doesn't mean she can't hurt him. Kyna tries to push his hand away and shove her forearm down against his windpipe instead, the sleeve of her jacket protecting her from skin-to-skin contact.]
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Not even her name gets through to her. She barely reacts to it. The pain from the empathy bond only intensifies her anger somehow, and her jaw locks as she bares her teeth, expression almost animalistic. She can't touch him, but that doesn't mean she can't hurt him. Kyna tries to push his hand away and shove her forearm down against his windpipe instead, the sleeve of her jacket protecting her from skin-to-skin contact.]