Oh absolutely fuck that. Shang Qinghua dodges before he even thinks about it, muscle memory built from Sha Hualing’s attempts to steal his Peak Lord seal off him for bragging rights, and then he actually parses what just happened.
His sword is in his hand quick as thought, and he skips backwards, keeping his feet more easily now, getting the length of Kao Ci* between him and the shorter man. He doesn’t know whether this makes him doubly threatening, or if it’s mindless mischief— but then, Sha Hualing could and would cheerfully kill him if she was allowed, for all that she’s mostly merely mischievous.
“Absolutely the fuck not, what the hell are you playing at.” He’s dropped all the formalities of his second life. Cornered animals bite.
* I felt the need to have a name for the sword and it isn’t established in canon like other characters’ are so now it’s called 靠 trust/depend on 词 words, because I think I’m funny
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His sword is in his hand quick as thought, and he skips backwards, keeping his feet more easily now, getting the length of Kao Ci* between him and the shorter man. He doesn’t know whether this makes him doubly threatening, or if it’s mindless mischief— but then, Sha Hualing could and would cheerfully kill him if she was allowed, for all that she’s mostly merely mischievous.
“Absolutely the fuck not, what the hell are you playing at.” He’s dropped all the formalities of his second life. Cornered animals bite.
* I felt the need to have a name for the sword and it isn’t established in canon like other characters’ are so now it’s called 靠 trust/depend on 词 words, because I think I’m funny