[He doesn’t like it; he fights side by side with people, he doesn’t just take opportunities, but—-Wujiu is not stupid, especially when it comes to combat. He knows his limits most of the time, and right now they’re falling faster than he’s used to.
He sees armor and the sword; he knows the other will make it out. And he’s too preoccupied otherwise.
He swipes out to a nearby enemy and takes his exit. It seems like he’ll make it, but—there’s a sudden swipe from the side, and his arms are abruptly empty—]
No—!! [And suddenly, he’s forgetting all his composure, all his best form. He’s forgetting his escape route, scrambling for the lost item. He had to get it back, he can’t lose him—
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He sees armor and the sword; he knows the other will make it out. And he’s too preoccupied otherwise.
He swipes out to a nearby enemy and takes his exit. It seems like he’ll make it, but—there’s a sudden swipe from the side, and his arms are abruptly empty—]
No—!!
[And suddenly, he’s forgetting all his composure, all his best form. He’s forgetting his escape route, scrambling for the lost item. He had to get it back, he can’t lose him—