The indignity of it might be something he complains about later, but right now they've got more pressing things on their mind - like the fact that the angry yell and crash of magic against the wall behind them suggests that the assassin is still very much after them, and they are not nearly far enough away.
And now he's in a small, dark space with absolutely no idea what's going on beyond a litany of apologies in his head and what the fuck is he apologising for? This is Xie's fault. It was a trap and he was the idiot who sprang it.
"Focus on not dying." He shoots back, the guilt and helplessness making him irritable.
A wall of magical fire roars up to block their path and someone steps out of it with a smirk - apparently Zhao has sent more than one assassin to try and corner them.
"Just the traitor?" The woman asks with a raised eyebrow, her hand wreathed in more magical flame as she holds it aloft "Oh, did little Xie-er ditch you already?" She mock-pouts.
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Date: 2023-10-20 09:24 pm (UTC)The indignity of it might be something he complains about later, but right now they've got more pressing things on their mind - like the fact that the angry yell and crash of magic against the wall behind them suggests that the assassin is still very much after them, and they are not nearly far enough away.
And now he's in a small, dark space with absolutely no idea what's going on beyond a litany of apologies in his head and what the fuck is he apologising for? This is Xie's fault. It was a trap and he was the idiot who sprang it.
"Focus on not dying." He shoots back, the guilt and helplessness making him irritable.
A wall of magical fire roars up to block their path and someone steps out of it with a smirk - apparently Zhao has sent more than one assassin to try and corner them.
"Just the traitor?" The woman asks with a raised eyebrow, her hand wreathed in more magical flame as she holds it aloft "Oh, did little Xie-er ditch you already?" She mock-pouts.