"Its executioner," he corrects, and the glint of amusement that stains the pronouncement takes the shape of stifled laughter, when he hunts down a second slip of paper, sending it to hunt the first. This talisman, latching onto target, does not paralyse the mirrored twin in place —

...that work would require the gentle adjustment and brimming enthusiasm of Wei Ying's work. Appropriated by Lan Wangji, it merely slowls, injecting a sullen lethargy into the creature's limbs, which seems... surprisingly unwilling to concede the battle. If anything, it propels itself harder, waters weeping black at their feet, while Wangji clicks his tongue.

"Vile creature," comes off Wrathion's mirrored twin, and, ah.

It's looking at Lan Wangji, now.

Truly, can this thing not find an entirely new class of insults?