[Hell was... well, it was hell, but honestly this battlefield is not much better.
Xie Lian has seen battlefields before some as bad as this one. he's been the cause of battlefields such as this one before. Once, he was almost in the same place as Rathakku, bent on destroying the country that had abandoned him.
But, this is the past. Right now, the most pressing matter is the cultivator who is expanding waaaaaaay too much of what little power he has to control so many undead. And Xie Lian knows he can't really give power to Wei Wuxian - they tried before, it didn't end well - but he can, at the very least hack and slash at a few undead bodies.
And it turns out, sharing power ends up being the least of his worries because as soon as he reaches Wei Wuxian's vicinity, he can see the man's legs buckle and he's only just in time to prevent him from hitting the ground rather hard. It takes a little bit of fumbling to catch the flute before it rolls away.
... Well then. It doesn't look like more can be done here, for now, so he might as well get the man to safety and he hoists him up into his arms. There's a lull in this part of the battlefield, so that's just as well, it allows him to slip away towards the path the caravan have taken.
And he'll only have to stop once or twice to skewer a slightly too persistent zombie.]
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Xie Lian has seen battlefields before some as bad as this one. he's been the cause of battlefields such as this one before. Once, he was almost in the same place as Rathakku, bent on destroying the country that had abandoned him.
But, this is the past. Right now, the most pressing matter is the cultivator who is expanding waaaaaaay too much of what little power he has to control so many undead. And Xie Lian knows he can't really give power to Wei Wuxian - they tried before, it didn't end well - but he can, at the very least hack and slash at a few undead bodies.
And it turns out, sharing power ends up being the least of his worries because as soon as he reaches Wei Wuxian's vicinity, he can see the man's legs buckle and he's only just in time to prevent him from hitting the ground rather hard. It takes a little bit of fumbling to catch the flute before it rolls away.
... Well then. It doesn't look like more can be done here, for now, so he might as well get the man to safety and he hoists him up into his arms. There's a lull in this part of the battlefield, so that's just as well, it allows him to slip away towards the path the caravan have taken.
And he'll only have to stop once or twice to skewer a slightly too persistent zombie.]