A rapier is a perfectly serviceable weapon. [ Lockwood feels moved to defend the honor of his rapier! Never mind the fact that he's laid out on a flying sword with hoards of corpses swarming just beneath him. Obviously this is the perfect time to get uppity in defense of his choice of swords.
Twisting awkwardly, almost losing his balance and somehow ending up looking like a deranged octopus as he tries to hang on to the flying sword -seriously W.T.B.H is this shit- one of Lan Wangji's shoes -he's genuinely trying not to grab you, sir- and draw his own weapon. By the grace of whatever force has kept Lockwood alive to this point, he manages to get the weapon free and begins to use it against the corpse.
Now? None of them have dignity. Because this has got to look like something out of a Benny Hill skit. Lan Wangji trying to control the blade, while stepping on rotting hands, and Lockwood poke poke poking at the half skeletal torso from between Lang Wangji's legs.
Eventually, Lockwood grunts as he throws his own torso forward and, with the silver tip of the rapier embedded between a couple of ribs, he shoves their passenger off. Sorry, corpse; no ticket no ride! At which point, Lockwood twists so he can look up at the older man, the youth wearing a side, manic smile that reaches all the way up and into the twinkle of his dark eyes. ]
Surfing on a sword with an animated corpse? Has to, right?
Twisting awkwardly, almost losing his balance and somehow ending up looking like a deranged octopus as he tries to hang on to the flying sword -seriously W.T.B.H is this shit- one of Lan Wangji's shoes -he's genuinely trying not to grab you, sir- and draw his own weapon. By the grace of whatever force has kept Lockwood alive to this point, he manages to get the weapon free and begins to use it against the corpse.
Now? None of them have dignity. Because this has got to look like something out of a Benny Hill skit. Lan Wangji trying to control the blade, while stepping on rotting hands, and Lockwood poke poke poking at the half skeletal torso from between Lang Wangji's legs.
Eventually, Lockwood grunts as he throws his own torso forward and, with the silver tip of the rapier embedded between a couple of ribs, he shoves their passenger off. Sorry, corpse; no ticket no ride! At which point, Lockwood twists so he can look up at the older man, the youth wearing a side, manic smile that reaches all the way up and into the twinkle of his dark eyes. ]
Not bad for a needle, eh?
[ Is someone enjoying this insanity? Yeep. ]