[The sword isn't Suihua, and he thinks if it was, he'd be able to do a lot more than he could have since only his father's sword would have had the strength do it right. He uses it bitterly and angrily to cut down everything in his way that Demon doesn't crush beneath them.
And he makes it through most of it by sheer will with simple cuts and bruises except for right near the end when he gets not one, but two arrows completely through the left shoulder. The bolts are too thick for him to snap, so he doesn't bother trying, letting the arm hang limp. They'll have to find a way to cut them later, if there's even a later;
he can't believe how easy it is to die when there's no spiritual energy to feed your body back together.]</small.
[The necklace, Nie will realize, can split into a bolas-type weapon, two heavier ends that swing and can smash into enemies before boomeranging back to him. It's an effective way to knock people out of the way. The scissors tied with cloth method, however, seems to do the opposite effect! While it can slice at other soldiers and clear a path, he will quickly feel himself draining of energy, heart rate slowing...
The three of them run with their dogs and fight through the worst part of the crowd, the wyvern screeching above them as it leads them out of the valley and up, up, up to a forest of bright autumn colors. Reds, oranges, and yellows flash before their eyes as the wyvern zips between the trees, leaving them to get smacked at by branches.
Their best bet is to get the wyvern to land, but Anya's body is in clear sight. The creature soars and they'll find themselves drawn away from a majority of the battle and toward an open forest grove.]
[haha wow okay he tries that and then just kind of has a minor panic attack on this fucking dog, this is probably where he takes at least one of those slashes because he's just- trying to breathe. what the fuck! what the fuck. he hates these scissors. he's not sure if it's the method or just the distance, so he's going to keep them close as he gathers himself and slashes at a soldier who got too close. he takes a moment to check that his nose isn't bleeding, after.
the bola necklace though, he'll absolutely use; he throws it, then uses the time until it returns to slash with the blade, then repeats.
and when they get in clear sight of the wyvern, his hair now full of twigs and leaves from the branches, nie huaisang tries throwing it up at the creature to try to help bring the damn thing down.]
[ honestly if it wasn't for the fact the thing had anya then toi would have rocketed this bitch via shark
but as it stands, it does have her, so he will grab another shuriken..... and then shake his head, instead reaching into his pocket to pull out a gun. he'll aim-- and admittedly his aim is definitely not the best right now, considering he just lost an eye-- but he'll try his best to hit it. ]
[Well, all he has are bombs!! They hurt his already blistered hands, but whatever! It’s a suffering of pain that makes him realize he’s alive.
So he tries to balance on Demon while chunking a few at the wyverns with his good arm. It probably won’t be enough, and the dogs will have to dodge the spray of dirt and rock.]
Shoot it down!
[Whether gun hits or not, he barrels ahead with Demon toward the grove.]
[As they enter the grove, the war fades behind them and a curtain of vines close to trap them inside the ring of trees. The enemies behind them seem to disappear and the wyvern shrieks again. The bola wraps around its ankles, right above where its claws grip Anya's lifeless body and Toi's bullet clips its wing. Jin Ling's bombs temporarily blind the creature and a fiery wave finally sends it crashing to the ground.
The dogs come to a halt, growling at first as the smoke around them begins to clear. The growling becomes a confused sort of whimper, tails tentatively wagging as the vision before them becomes clearer.
Bleeding from the arm, covered in small burns and yet gracefully holding herself is a young woman, bound at her feet. Anya's body lays before her, and she looks down at her for a moment before she looks at the three boys. The dogs continue to whine, though this time in recognition.
Though the queen doesn't speak, she waves a hand to free herself from her binds before crouching down to Anya. An ancient, unidentifiable language is spoken as she brushes a hand over Anya's head. A passing ritual of some kind.
She faces them once more, speaking in the same tongue and though they won't understand her, she'll be able to make charades work as she points to a stump and to a tree. Inside the stump there's a small ornate box, and the tree reveals itself to be hollow.]
To return... [She speaks. She nods toward the box.] Thank you.
[You have served the queen and though you have lost one of your own, you have been rewarded...
Anya looks almost peaceful now, still battle-worn and broken, but her face looks less pained. This may not remain the case when she leaves but the thought counts.
Whenever they leave the room, everything will be depowered. The shark, the dogs, they will return to the status of stuffed animals. The clothing will be depowered and the weapons will disappear except for their sewing tools which remain normal household items.
And whenever they look in the box, they'll instinctually know what the following items are for:
There's a blacklight, sized and shaped to look like a dagger.
There's a small child-size bow with one arrow which may be used to enchant one target and influence them with any sort of thought.
A blue ring that will grow ice cold should the wearer be in the vicinity of someone who tells them a lie.
A small round shield, impenetrable from all attacks but still sized to really only cover a small distance.
In addition at the bottom of the box, they'll find what appears to be a well-worn photograph. The photo is a little blurry and off-center, but as they look they'll see that at the bottom of the frame there are three little sets of animal ears. Pink kitten ears, purple bunny ears, and orange fox ears. Behind them, a pair of legs extend up to the waist, the photo cutting off right at the edges of what appears to be a white coat. The room is unfamiliar to the group, but perhaps they should hold onto this for now.
The outside world awaits you. But take your time.]
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And he makes it through most of it by sheer will with simple cuts and bruises except for right near the end when he gets not one, but two arrows completely through the left shoulder. The bolts are too thick for him to snap, so he doesn't bother trying, letting the arm hang limp. They'll have to find a way to cut them later, if there's even a later;
he can't believe how easy it is to die when there's no spiritual energy to feed your body back together.]</small.
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The three of them run with their dogs and fight through the worst part of the crowd, the wyvern screeching above them as it leads them out of the valley and up, up, up to a forest of bright autumn colors. Reds, oranges, and yellows flash before their eyes as the wyvern zips between the trees, leaving them to get smacked at by branches.
Their best bet is to get the wyvern to land, but Anya's body is in clear sight. The creature soars and they'll find themselves drawn away from a majority of the battle and toward an open forest grove.]
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the bola necklace though, he'll absolutely use; he throws it, then uses the time until it returns to slash with the blade, then repeats.
and when they get in clear sight of the wyvern, his hair now full of twigs and leaves from the branches, nie huaisang tries throwing it up at the creature to try to help bring the damn thing down.]
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but as it stands, it does have her, so he will grab another shuriken..... and then shake his head, instead reaching into his pocket to pull out a gun. he'll aim-- and admittedly his aim is definitely not the best right now, considering he just lost an eye-- but he'll try his best to hit it. ]
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So he tries to balance on Demon while chunking a few at the wyverns with his good arm. It probably won’t be enough, and the dogs will have to dodge the spray of dirt and rock.]
Shoot it down!
[Whether gun hits or not, he barrels ahead with Demon toward the grove.]
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The dogs come to a halt, growling at first as the smoke around them begins to clear. The growling becomes a confused sort of whimper, tails tentatively wagging as the vision before them becomes clearer.
Bleeding from the arm, covered in small burns and yet gracefully holding herself is a young woman, bound at her feet. Anya's body lays before her, and she looks down at her for a moment before she looks at the three boys. The dogs continue to whine, though this time in recognition.
Though the queen doesn't speak, she waves a hand to free herself from her binds before crouching down to Anya. An ancient, unidentifiable language is spoken as she brushes a hand over Anya's head. A passing ritual of some kind.
She faces them once more, speaking in the same tongue and though they won't understand her, she'll be able to make charades work as she points to a stump and to a tree. Inside the stump there's a small ornate box, and the tree reveals itself to be hollow.]
To return... [She speaks. She nods toward the box.] Thank you.
[You have served the queen and though you have lost one of your own, you have been rewarded...
Anya looks almost peaceful now, still battle-worn and broken, but her face looks less pained. This may not remain the case when she leaves but the thought counts.
Whenever they leave the room, everything will be depowered. The shark, the dogs, they will return to the status of stuffed animals. The clothing will be depowered and the weapons will disappear except for their sewing tools which remain normal household items.
And whenever they look in the box, they'll instinctually know what the following items are for:
There's a blacklight, sized and shaped to look like a dagger.
There's a small child-size bow with one arrow which may be used to enchant one target and influence them with any sort of thought.
A blue ring that will grow ice cold should the wearer be in the vicinity of someone who tells them a lie.
A small round shield, impenetrable from all attacks but still sized to really only cover a small distance.
In addition at the bottom of the box, they'll find what appears to be a well-worn photograph. The photo is a little blurry and off-center, but as they look they'll see that at the bottom of the frame there are three little sets of animal ears. Pink kitten ears, purple bunny ears, and orange fox ears. Behind them, a pair of legs extend up to the waist, the photo cutting off right at the edges of what appears to be a white coat. The room is unfamiliar to the group, but perhaps they should hold onto this for now.
The outside world awaits you. But take your time.]