The woman — woman? — makes nothingness of herself, lost to air, then the rumble of tumbling stones coming down, down debris and down at his feet, and his blade Bichen hissing in swing —
He should have waited until the creature, already wounded, no longer wilted from confusion. Until, sportively, it had a fighting chance. But more of the wall tatters and groans and comes undone, and they cannot risk more of its animal, unfettered violence.
...this will be his excuse, later, when the serpentine body sits cold at his feet, and he has finished the execution the woman began. Even now, in the last throes, the tail bats and pulses before coiling for one final winding.
He looks up. Away. )
You might have been harmed, unseen. ( As Lan Wangji was throwing his sword about. )
no subject
( It should be done cleanly, with honour.
The woman — woman? — makes nothingness of herself, lost to air, then the rumble of tumbling stones coming down, down debris and down at his feet, and his blade Bichen hissing in swing —
He should have waited until the creature, already wounded, no longer wilted from confusion. Until, sportively, it had a fighting chance. But more of the wall tatters and groans and comes undone, and they cannot risk more of its animal, unfettered violence.
...this will be his excuse, later, when the serpentine body sits cold at his feet, and he has finished the execution the woman began. Even now, in the last throes, the tail bats and pulses before coiling for one final winding.
He looks up. Away. )
You might have been harmed, unseen. ( As Lan Wangji was throwing his sword about. )