[ as xichen swings, the butterflies part around his arm to allow his sword to connect, following behind to tear at the corpse's bloated torso-- razor-sharp against the dead, but gentle anywhere they brush against the human himself.
hua cheng has to admit that the young man is a skilled swordsman, aggressive in a way that satisfies the dead, hungry heart of him. he's not so vicious as a ghost, but he'd certainly make a formidable one, wouldn't he? of course, he's not so impressive as xie lian--how could he be, compared to a martial god of such skill?--but hua cheng is pleased regardless.
he spins past grasping hands at the warning, releasing e-ming so the demonic blade can indulge its bloodlust, and as the ranks of the dead begin to thin, he bursts into a flurry of butterflies, reforming on a nearby roof to watch xichen take down the last stragglers near this part of the waterfront. (the last for now, at least.) ]
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hua cheng has to admit that the young man is a skilled swordsman, aggressive in a way that satisfies the dead, hungry heart of him. he's not so vicious as a ghost, but he'd certainly make a formidable one, wouldn't he? of course, he's not so impressive as xie lian--how could he be, compared to a martial god of such skill?--but hua cheng is pleased regardless.
he spins past grasping hands at the warning, releasing e-ming so the demonic blade can indulge its bloodlust, and as the ranks of the dead begin to thin, he bursts into a flurry of butterflies, reforming on a nearby roof to watch xichen take down the last stragglers near this part of the waterfront. (the last for now, at least.) ]