[ The arrow finds its mark in Luo Binghe's shoulder almost before he has time to react, even with his superior senses; his arm jerks up to grab the shaft in his hand, but it's too late, the tip is already buried in his flesh. Someone nearby screams. He ignores them, eyes flashing red as he scans the direction the arrow came from—
There. Further away than he expected, but her fury is unmistakable.
His eyes narrow. He recognises her, from the Regent's address; one of the Pleroma Aions, although... she does look a little different this time.
Binghe brushes off a Veneran nervously approaching to ask if he's alright, and, yanking the arrow out of his shoulder himself with a grunt and a spray of blood, streaks towards the archer. His qinggong makes his steps light, and he crosses the distance with inhuman speed. If she doesn't start moving he'll catch up to her quickly—but from the way she looked at him in the Regent's communion, he doubts she intends to run. ]
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There. Further away than he expected, but her fury is unmistakable.
His eyes narrow. He recognises her, from the Regent's address; one of the Pleroma Aions, although... she does look a little different this time.
Binghe brushes off a Veneran nervously approaching to ask if he's alright, and, yanking the arrow out of his shoulder himself with a grunt and a spray of blood, streaks towards the archer. His qinggong makes his steps light, and he crosses the distance with inhuman speed. If she doesn't start moving he'll catch up to her quickly—but from the way she looked at him in the Regent's communion, he doubts she intends to run. ]