A sound reverberated throughout the battlefield... over the shouts of men and women dying... over the merciless thunder and the crashing waves.
It was... a snap?
It bored into Wang Lei's brain, almost loud enough to bleed his ears.
Something struck him in the stomach. It took him nearly a second to even register the pain.
It was...
Li Jing? She... had kicked him.
But... why?
Wang Lei became... weightless... flying backward through the air-- powerless to stop himself. Three flying swords made of moonlight had hooked onto his robes and were carrying him away.
Bile in his gut rose as he felt himself fall. He crashed into the ground, far away from the murderous waves of the beach.
...Safe.
His head throbbed as he struggled to think. A gash on his head stung painfully where salt water and sweat still kissed his wounds.
He flailed about, forcing himself to look back towards the crimson shore.
