Bichen stills in the air in Lan Zhan's hands. His heart sinks even as it skips a little, tumbling about his chest in an uncertain feeling that he doesn't want to name. But he doesn't want to look up, and see Wei Wuxian watching him but down the corrupted beast.
It's hitting just a little too close to home.
He regains his nerve a moment later, knowing the thing is still moving, still in pain. Bichen will end that suffer, sliding through flesh and bone like it was dry grass before a sickle.
A flick and Bichen casts the blood away as the monstrous stallion goes quiet and still. Not a bit of black blood stains Lan Zhan's blade or his clothing. Only once he's tossed down his talismans to burn away the body and purify the corruption does he look up, face swallowed up by the long shadows that shift and move with the growing blaze at his feet.
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Date: 2020-09-30 03:10 am (UTC)It's hitting just a little too close to home.
He regains his nerve a moment later, knowing the thing is still moving, still in pain. Bichen will end that suffer, sliding through flesh and bone like it was dry grass before a sickle.
A flick and Bichen casts the blood away as the monstrous stallion goes quiet and still. Not a bit of black blood stains Lan Zhan's blade or his clothing. Only once he's tossed down his talismans to burn away the body and purify the corruption does he look up, face swallowed up by the long shadows that shift and move with the growing blaze at his feet.