Han Xin thrust his sword into her hands. "Look up," he said, pointing towards the jagged ceiling where there was a ledge high above. "You go up there and wait for the right moment to strike through its head."
Xiang Yu nodded, gripping the sword tightly. "Okay," he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. But just as he prepared to leap into action using his light foot skills, Han Xin's hand shot out like lightning grabbing his waist.
He pulled him back into his arms with such urgency that it stole all breath from Xiang Yu's lungs. For one fleeting moment amidst chaos, time seemed to come to a stop. Han Xin gazed down at him with an intensity that turned everything else into mere background noise, the serpent slithering ominously behind them felt quite disrespected.
