( Ah... He laughs, a little wry - uncharacteristic for Hwylryn. The sentiment is not aimed toward Chu Wenshan, so much as it is - their situation, perhaps.
Chu Wenshan caught him. It is insulting; that much Hwylryn agrees with, without him having to say it. How many times had he faced such accusation in the North, where such things are tantamount? There could be no fair fight between them like this.
And yet, with futility, as he carries himself in all avenues of his life - for love, he will try. He'd run himself ragged for anyone here, that he's come to like. Too many people. )
... Fighting you is for Tiamat. Making this fun ( sorry, did he say fun, he means "fair," ) is so I can bear it.
( The drizzle turns to a dark, dark downpour.
(Unfortunately, as Tiamat observed, he does like playing with his food.)
He inhales deep, circulating the rainy air within him.
Despite the difference in their strength, his hubris does not possess him. He does not presume his win a given, if Chu Wenshan is clever. )
I can tell now you're someone remarkable. Please, do your best to kill me.
( The soaked meadow erupts into ocean, seawater flooding the green - the water roils violent in the churning storm - a wave rolls in rapid from behind Hwylryn - and crashes down against them both, water blinding the mirrors briefly.
In that perhaps brief period of disorient, Chu Wenshan will be able to find his feet again as the water rushes past him - the wave not so brutal as to kill him, but simply there to steal his attention, perhaps knock him off his feet, while Hwylryn steals away the rest of the meadow: besides this small island that contains the both of them, barely bigger than the distance between them and a small, grassy shoreline, the rest of the meadow has been flooded with ocean - to what depth is unclear.
Chu Wenshan will find, however, that, short of being knocked off, the ocean recedes to give him a place to stand should he wish to chase Hwlyrn into the ocean - but for every step he moves forward, one step of the island behind him shrinks.
Hwlyrn steps up, his feet no longer in contact with land as gales blow. )
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Chu Wenshan caught him. It is insulting; that much Hwylryn agrees with, without him having to say it. How many times had he faced such accusation in the North, where such things are tantamount? There could be no fair fight between them like this.
And yet, with futility, as he carries himself in all avenues of his life - for love, he will try. He'd run himself ragged for anyone here, that he's come to like. Too many people. )
... Fighting you is for Tiamat. Making this fun ( sorry, did he say fun, he means "fair," ) is so I can bear it.
( The drizzle turns to a dark, dark downpour.
(Unfortunately, as Tiamat observed, he does like playing with his food.)
He inhales deep, circulating the rainy air within him.
Despite the difference in their strength, his hubris does not possess him. He does not presume his win a given, if Chu Wenshan is clever. )
I can tell now you're someone remarkable. Please, do your best to kill me.
( The soaked meadow erupts into ocean, seawater flooding the green - the water roils violent in the churning storm - a wave rolls in rapid from behind Hwylryn - and crashes down against them both, water blinding the mirrors briefly.
In that perhaps brief period of disorient, Chu Wenshan will be able to find his feet again as the water rushes past him - the wave not so brutal as to kill him, but simply there to steal his attention, perhaps knock him off his feet, while Hwylryn steals away the rest of the meadow: besides this small island that contains the both of them, barely bigger than the distance between them and a small, grassy shoreline, the rest of the meadow has been flooded with ocean - to what depth is unclear.
Chu Wenshan will find, however, that, short of being knocked off, the ocean recedes to give him a place to stand should he wish to chase Hwlyrn into the ocean - but for every step he moves forward, one step of the island behind him shrinks.
Hwlyrn steps up, his feet no longer in contact with land as gales blow. )