( Fast — but not so fast, and the truth of his arrogance is this, then: he had anticipated harm to his person, born of the — stick.
Not to his sword, Bichen's blade a hungering, white sliver of hurt that never sleeps, secure in his hand, until the spell lands. Then, all at once, the sword and he are parted, Bichen wrenched from his grip, before ricocheting against the husked trunk of an ancient, groaning tree.
A heartbeat of stupor. Another. Then, Lan Wangji calls it back, plunging through air to land in hand, and this turn, he stays watchful and readied. )
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( Fast — but not so fast, and the truth of his arrogance is this, then: he had anticipated harm to his person, born of the — stick.
Not to his sword, Bichen's blade a hungering, white sliver of hurt that never sleeps, secure in his hand, until the spell lands. Then, all at once, the sword and he are parted, Bichen wrenched from his grip, before ricocheting against the husked trunk of an ancient, groaning tree.
A heartbeat of stupor. Another. Then, Lan Wangji calls it back, plunging through air to land in hand, and this turn, he stays watchful and readied. )
Hermione. Remember yourself.