[ A pleasure, yet they struggle to negotiate footing, vantage. No time, with the bones of the tree so rattled, to sharpen arrows to satisfaction — not if the purpose is the kill, and his eyes stray over the muscled, well-shaped bundles of contorted flesh beneath their tree, to where the wolves gather.
Beasts now, men mere heartbeats before. This, he remembers, slow to collect the next configuration of branches, to sit in tight in palm. He seeks out Xie Yun's gaze, dark as the night that watches them. ]
If we kill them, we bleed men.
[ Murder does not befit the cultivator, not without sense or cause. And what say do these man have of their conditions? No. ]
Perhaps... better we make arrow with rope to the treeline. [ And construct a walk line thereafter. ]
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Beasts now, men mere heartbeats before. This, he remembers, slow to collect the next configuration of branches, to sit in tight in palm. He seeks out Xie Yun's gaze, dark as the night that watches them. ]
If we kill them, we bleed men.
[ Murder does not befit the cultivator, not without sense or cause. And what say do these man have of their conditions? No. ]
Perhaps... better we make arrow with rope to the treeline. [ And construct a walk line thereafter. ]