Night-hunting never changes. Sure, there's always variance in types of monsters, ghosts, demons, et cetera and so on, but there's always one thing that remains consistent: waiting until whatever creature it is to show themself.
Lan Sizhui isn't alone, there are younger disciples he and his best friend are training, but he'd convinced Lan Jingyi to stay with them while he scouted ahead to check if anything had changed. There's always a strange sensation in the air when something eventually makes itself known, whether outrightly or accidentally, and it seems like it's technically the latter in this situation, even if he himself has no idea of what's happened yet.
It's on the way when he hears the angry bird-calling, which immediately captures his attention, has him pausing in his movements to listen better and focus on where the noise is coming from. Near one of the net clusters, he thinks, and with that in mind, he begins rushing toward the area, sword in hand, prepared for whatever it is he's going to come across. Before he can reach, however, the sudden roar catches him off-guard, has him stopping, back-pedaling half a step and staring wide-eyed in the creature's direction. Never in his life has he heard anything like it, it's almost enough to make him rethink his choice to approach alone, but if he's correct, the sound almost comes across as distressed, and he truly believes one (or many) of the nets have done their job.
Sizhui's pace increases from before, he pushes a little qi into his legs to propel him faster and— oh.
Finally, he stops in the shaded clearing, eyebrows lifting high at the sight, his mouth faintly hanging open. Just as he'd thought, this isn't a monster he's witnessed before; it's something far different from normal, huge and thrashing within the confines of the spiritual net. Honestly, it's a wonder it can hold something so large, but that's what they were made for, regardless of something's size.
The soft snikt of his blade being drawn is all that comes from him initially, yet as he draws closer with the weapon raised, he does finally speak, “There's no use in fighting, that net won't break so easily.”
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Lan Sizhui isn't alone, there are younger disciples he and his best friend are training, but he'd convinced Lan Jingyi to stay with them while he scouted ahead to check if anything had changed. There's always a strange sensation in the air when something eventually makes itself known, whether outrightly or accidentally, and it seems like it's technically the latter in this situation, even if he himself has no idea of what's happened yet.
It's on the way when he hears the angry bird-calling, which immediately captures his attention, has him pausing in his movements to listen better and focus on where the noise is coming from. Near one of the net clusters, he thinks, and with that in mind, he begins rushing toward the area, sword in hand, prepared for whatever it is he's going to come across. Before he can reach, however, the sudden roar catches him off-guard, has him stopping, back-pedaling half a step and staring wide-eyed in the creature's direction. Never in his life has he heard anything like it, it's almost enough to make him rethink his choice to approach alone, but if he's correct, the sound almost comes across as distressed, and he truly believes one (or many) of the nets have done their job.
Sizhui's pace increases from before, he pushes a little qi into his legs to propel him faster and— oh.
Finally, he stops in the shaded clearing, eyebrows lifting high at the sight, his mouth faintly hanging open. Just as he'd thought, this isn't a monster he's witnessed before; it's something far different from normal, huge and thrashing within the confines of the spiritual net. Honestly, it's a wonder it can hold something so large, but that's what they were made for, regardless of something's size.
The soft snikt of his blade being drawn is all that comes from him initially, yet as he draws closer with the weapon raised, he does finally speak, “There's no use in fighting, that net won't break so easily.”