[Forget those "poor" creatures. They overstepped the moment they threatened Xingchen. Zishu has no pity and no time for them. He does, however, have plenty of time and strength for his friend.
The color leaves his cheeks when he realizes the pain his movements are causing, but it can't be helped...]
Your sword. Don't worry. [He looks around until he finds Shuanghua, shifting Xingchen's weight so he can grab the hilt. He tucks the blade into his belt - just for the time being - and begins their retreat again.]
Hold still and keep your breathing under control. It will help the bleeding.
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The color leaves his cheeks when he realizes the pain his movements are causing, but it can't be helped...]
Your sword. Don't worry. [He looks around until he finds Shuanghua, shifting Xingchen's weight so he can grab the hilt. He tucks the blade into his belt - just for the time being - and begins their retreat again.]
Hold still and keep your breathing under control. It will help the bleeding.