( They go, together — Lan Wangji first trailblazing, then drifting behind, a silvered line in the wake of Caitlyn. His due, after all, as her guardian.
...it strikes him, as they come forward, breaking the surface in what should have been limpid waves but end up as cluttered, matter-infested lake waters, that they underestimated their enemies. They assumed the trouble would be the dive.
No, as they are swarmed each way, and Lan Wangji must draw out Bichen and rest her sword flattened against water, swinging in tired, lingered arcs that friction mutes when the blade enters the depths — the true hardship only starts now. )
Make haste. ( He hisses, and perhaps there is some fairness to this, that he too must prove himself now. ) I have your back.
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( They go, together — Lan Wangji first trailblazing, then drifting behind, a silvered line in the wake of Caitlyn. His due, after all, as her guardian.
...it strikes him, as they come forward, breaking the surface in what should have been limpid waves but end up as cluttered, matter-infested lake waters, that they underestimated their enemies. They assumed the trouble would be the dive.
No, as they are swarmed each way, and Lan Wangji must draw out Bichen and rest her sword flattened against water, swinging in tired, lingered arcs that friction mutes when the blade enters the depths — the true hardship only starts now. )
Make haste. ( He hisses, and perhaps there is some fairness to this, that he too must prove himself now. ) I have your back.
( ...and flanks and trail. )