Lans wake up early, but this is different entirely. The alarm goes off, and he doesn't hesitate. The wolves, the people, the undead, all have more than enough odd energy that he has been on edge, and now he is Ready to fight. At least there have been a few nights since the call of the lake has diminished, so there has been rest at night.
Sword in hand, guqin at his back, he is out and finding places to push the undead back. He is not happy about it, but he does not flinch at cutting down people who used to be human not very long ago. He knows the necessity of it, especially protecting people who seem to be a target.
After a brief leap to the roof and looking around, he thins his lips slightly.
"This will not be over anytime soon. We will need to pace ourselves."
II. Charge at Unhalad
Sizhui probably should not, but when he sees his father charging out the undead lord, he does not hesitate, leaping out after him. Even with his strong golden core, he is definitely feeling the drain by now, of hours upon hours of pushing back those who don't feel pain or exhaustion. But he doesn't make many mistakes, because he knows any such can be fatal - if not for him, for someone else. And that, he can't afford.
He realizes that outside the farmhouse, the sword will be less effective almost immediately - so he puts it away, for the moment, tucking it into a qiankun pouch, and takes out the guqin. Wave after wave of energy, to push back undead from himself, and from Hanguang-jun's back.
Eventually, though, it is almost too much. His fingers bleed, the notes that his instrument give barely recognizable.
There is only so much left until Unhalad is taken down, but there are still too many. Sizhui takes in a deep breath, gathering up the energy left to spare in his golden core, and gives a hard chord to push undead from the two who are trying to snip the problem at the core.
His instrument shatters, but at least for the moment, it achieves its goal.
Sizhui swallows down the iron taste in the back of his throat and fumbles to take his sword out again.
III. Aftermath
After the fighting dies down, Sizhui needs a long moment of just standing with his eyes nearly closed, circulating his spiritual energy through his meridians. He can't collapse - he needs to find Hanguang-jun. He needs to find Senior Wei, he had noted earlier through the crystals that... well, he might need help, too, whether or not he would admit that.
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Lans wake up early, but this is different entirely. The alarm goes off, and he doesn't hesitate. The wolves, the people, the undead, all have more than enough odd energy that he has been on edge, and now he is Ready to fight. At least there have been a few nights since the call of the lake has diminished, so there has been rest at night.
Sword in hand, guqin at his back, he is out and finding places to push the undead back. He is not happy about it, but he does not flinch at cutting down people who used to be human not very long ago. He knows the necessity of it, especially protecting people who seem to be a target.
After a brief leap to the roof and looking around, he thins his lips slightly.
"This will not be over anytime soon. We will need to pace ourselves."
II. Charge at Unhalad
Sizhui probably should not, but when he sees his father charging out the undead lord, he does not hesitate, leaping out after him. Even with his strong golden core, he is definitely feeling the drain by now, of hours upon hours of pushing back those who don't feel pain or exhaustion. But he doesn't make many mistakes, because he knows any such can be fatal - if not for him, for someone else. And that, he can't afford.
He realizes that outside the farmhouse, the sword will be less effective almost immediately - so he puts it away, for the moment, tucking it into a qiankun pouch, and takes out the guqin. Wave after wave of energy, to push back undead from himself, and from Hanguang-jun's back.
Eventually, though, it is almost too much. His fingers bleed, the notes that his instrument give barely recognizable.
There is only so much left until Unhalad is taken down, but there are still too many. Sizhui takes in a deep breath, gathering up the energy left to spare in his golden core, and gives a hard chord to push undead from the two who are trying to snip the problem at the core.
His instrument shatters, but at least for the moment, it achieves its goal.
Sizhui swallows down the iron taste in the back of his throat and fumbles to take his sword out again.
III. Aftermath
After the fighting dies down, Sizhui needs a long moment of just standing with his eyes nearly closed, circulating his spiritual energy through his meridians. He can't collapse - he needs to find Hanguang-jun. He needs to find Senior Wei, he had noted earlier through the crystals that... well, he might need help, too, whether or not he would admit that.
Eleven probably can use help, too...
IV. Wildcard
If you think of something else...