[blood drips down the snake creature's claws, and it rears back as if to strike her again - to tear into flesh, to rip her apart and drink in her blood and her aether - but then she's consumed by those tendrils and begins to change.
vin was in front of it, bright and fierce and alive, but what's left is an empty husk that turns toward kashuu. the creature that was once jiuqing turns, too, drawn to his aether - his life - and barely notices as he strikes and his sword nicks its scales, glancing off.
it unhinges his jaw and lunges, aiming to plunge fangs into his shoulder. they're sharp and large and clearly inhuman, and poison drips from them - it's going to hurt if it manages to bite.]
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vin was in front of it, bright and fierce and alive, but what's left is an empty husk that turns toward kashuu. the creature that was once jiuqing turns, too, drawn to his aether - his life - and barely notices as he strikes and his sword nicks its scales, glancing off.
it unhinges his jaw and lunges, aiming to plunge fangs into his shoulder. they're sharp and large and clearly inhuman, and poison drips from them - it's going to hurt if it manages to bite.]