[Well. He doesn't really know what he expected when he asked to be taken back. He supposes that's good enough. Lan Wangji looks strong enough to drag his physical body across a decent distance, but Kanesada isn't sure if he breaks if there would be a body to claim. He hasn't seen any of his comrades break before, but technically they're spirits. Wouldn't these temporary vessels just disappear?
Whatever. Lan Wangji is right. He has to be. Neither of them will die here, either because of living ties or threats of annoyance to the ghastly inhabitants down here. He won't compose a death poem just yet.
Kanesada laughs, though, and readies himself.]
Yeah, right! Hell could use some excitement like me!
[A white figure is swiftly followed by red and blue, his left hand raised with the rotten earth. He scatters it when they approach close enough so he can visualize where the creature is vertically, as well as by the ground.
And when that dirt meets resistance mid-air, Kanesada growls like a feral thing and slices across with his blade. Contact is made, but he steps back, grabs more dirt, and waits to see what the creature does next.]/
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Whatever. Lan Wangji is right. He has to be. Neither of them will die here, either because of living ties or threats of annoyance to the ghastly inhabitants down here. He won't compose a death poem just yet.
Kanesada laughs, though, and readies himself.]
Yeah, right! Hell could use some excitement like me!
[A white figure is swiftly followed by red and blue, his left hand raised with the rotten earth. He scatters it when they approach close enough so he can visualize where the creature is vertically, as well as by the ground.
And when that dirt meets resistance mid-air, Kanesada growls like a feral thing and slices across with his blade. Contact is made, but he steps back, grabs more dirt, and waits to see what the creature does next.]/