Wrathion, now back on his feet, locks blades with his double in earnest. Sharp swings draw trails of dark water to soak through its clothing, to drip onto the already slippery ground. It does little to differentiate them, given plenty of it is now soaked into Wrathion's own clothing. At least, he supposes idly, the little scrap of paper stuck to his own double lets Wangji track who is winning or losing.
"Are you to be the judge of this match, then?" he prompts, and his double abruptly drives him back.
"Disgusting creature," it says, and Wrathion sighs in exaggerated frustration. Can the insults at least be new? Creative? Must he always deal with the same ones?
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A piece of paper stuck to his double.
Thank you, Wangji, for your contribution.
"Offensive to intercede?"
Wrathion, now back on his feet, locks blades with his double in earnest. Sharp swings draw trails of dark water to soak through its clothing, to drip onto the already slippery ground. It does little to differentiate them, given plenty of it is now soaked into Wrathion's own clothing. At least, he supposes idly, the little scrap of paper stuck to his own double lets Wangji track who is winning or losing.
"Are you to be the judge of this match, then?" he prompts, and his double abruptly drives him back.
"Disgusting creature," it says, and Wrathion sighs in exaggerated frustration. Can the insults at least be new? Creative? Must he always deal with the same ones?