[past the pain of the guqin string digging into his palms as he holds the draugr back, he manages to spare mike one baffled, wide-eyed incredulous stare. but then the draugr lurches forward again and the bite of silk against his skin grounds him very firmly in the present again.]
--wait! i have an idea, step back from it! let me--
[he's done this before--okay, maybe not this exact thing--but a night-hunt is a night-hunt no matter what plane of existence it happens on, and lan xichen had tutored him well in how to compensate for his weaker cultivation. he fixes his attention on the draugr and waits until it kicks out at mike with its monstrous legs again. then he gives it a violent backwards yank, using its momentum against it. like the world's most frightening clown, its legs go out from under it and it lands with a crash against the ground.
jin guangyao lets go of the guqin string but the line remains taut, as though the end of it is attached to a belt concealed beneath his robes. he quickly pulls a rectangular piece of paper from his sleeve and sends it flying through the air towards the draugr, where it plasters itself against its chest. this time when it groans and tries to claw its way upright, it stays put as though pinned to the ground by a tremendous weight.]
are you injured?
[winded by the exertion, he has to bend at the waist for a moment to catch his breath. they aren't finished yet, but they have a moment.]
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--wait! i have an idea, step back from it! let me--
[he's done this before--okay, maybe not this exact thing--but a night-hunt is a night-hunt no matter what plane of existence it happens on, and lan xichen had tutored him well in how to compensate for his weaker cultivation. he fixes his attention on the draugr and waits until it kicks out at mike with its monstrous legs again. then he gives it a violent backwards yank, using its momentum against it. like the world's most frightening clown, its legs go out from under it and it lands with a crash against the ground.
jin guangyao lets go of the guqin string but the line remains taut, as though the end of it is attached to a belt concealed beneath his robes. he quickly pulls a rectangular piece of paper from his sleeve and sends it flying through the air towards the draugr, where it plasters itself against its chest. this time when it groans and tries to claw its way upright, it stays put as though pinned to the ground by a tremendous weight.]
are you injured?
[winded by the exertion, he has to bend at the waist for a moment to catch his breath. they aren't finished yet, but they have a moment.]