She suffered no delusions. Yin was probably here for the simple pleasure of killing Grimm,the added bonus of a heft pay check, and becoming better at killing Grimm so she could get more hefty paychecks. Money makes the world go round, and she did so mourn the lack of dust in her possession. She would mentally curse Gawain for getting her so riled up in that sparring match.
It wasn't at all like the first hunt. She was calm, and collected. Her mind wasn't addled with blood-lust, and she wasn't recklessly screaming, and flourishing her blade at every Grimm in existence. This one was strictly business. And business was precisely what it was time to get down to. She continued on her way through the forest. She could practically smell the reward. Sweet Sweet Dust...
It wasn't at all like the first hunt. She was calm, and collected. Her mind wasn't addled with blood-lust, and she wasn't recklessly screaming, and flourishing her blade at every Grimm in existence. This one was strictly business. And business was precisely what it was time to get down to. She continued on her way through the forest. She could practically smell the reward. Sweet Sweet Dust...