Delicately laid plans and carefully considered actions are worth their weight in gold - when they are not outweighed by time. Lee Chang has seen with his own eyes how mere seconds lost can imperil them far deeper than preparations could overcome. They are not prepared for a siege.
He was a fool to not expect it.
His blade starts to burn, fire licking at its edge as he marks them. Not too many, not yet - he's confident that between himself and Master Lan they could dispatch them. But where one of the undead raise their heads, a hundred follow. And a half dozen now could mean a thousand by morning.
He weighs Wangji's words quickly. He squeezes his hand, pressurizing the blood and making a little slip down from his self-made cut to dot the barren ground. But he sees no difference in those gazes, no shift of focus, no sudden lusting frenzy.
"They aren't lured by blood..." He murmurs it, mostly to himself, half to Wangji. It shouldn't surprise him as much as it does. If they aren't here for flesh, he isn't sure what else they are here for, and wracking his brain does nothing except lose him seconds.
"You're faster than I am," He says bluntly as he forms his plan, half helped by the upturned wheelbarrow against a nearby wall. "I'll be the lure, you the hawk."
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He was a fool to not expect it.
His blade starts to burn, fire licking at its edge as he marks them. Not too many, not yet - he's confident that between himself and Master Lan they could dispatch them. But where one of the undead raise their heads, a hundred follow. And a half dozen now could mean a thousand by morning.
He weighs Wangji's words quickly. He squeezes his hand, pressurizing the blood and making a little slip down from his self-made cut to dot the barren ground. But he sees no difference in those gazes, no shift of focus, no sudden lusting frenzy.
"They aren't lured by blood..." He murmurs it, mostly to himself, half to Wangji. It shouldn't surprise him as much as it does. If they aren't here for flesh, he isn't sure what else they are here for, and wracking his brain does nothing except lose him seconds.
"You're faster than I am," He says bluntly as he forms his plan, half helped by the upturned wheelbarrow against a nearby wall. "I'll be the lure, you the hawk."