"WUYA!" Zhang Buyan screamed, his golden aura becoming disordered as he prepared to charge toward his injured junior sister. For a moment, every other thought about the larger battle, the other foes, all of it faded away leaving only a burning need to come to Jin Wuya's side.
"Buyan, hold!" Wu Ling shouted, his sharp voice piercing through the fog of worry and rage that threatened to overwhelm the other man. "You have to draw them to you! I'll get Wuya."
"AAAAARRR!" Zhang Buyan roared in frustration. Wu Ling was right, if he lifted his feet from where he stood, the energy of the tides he'd summoned would disperse and the wolves would have complete freedom of movement. But seeing his junior sister's blood staining her golden robes, he couldn't bear to be apart from her.
