[ the ease with which mo ran goes to his knees leaves him flustered, on top of angered, and he does lash out with tianwen, striking the air above mo ran and making it crackle, and then striking him once.
the shadowlands have messed with his power, or perhaps his heart isn't entirely in it, for the strike lands with less force than it would have with any of his previous punishments. the strike hits across his back, but that's too dangerous, the way it highlights how broad-shoulders his disciple has become. how is that possible? when the rift hit, mo ran had been still growing, gangly and gawky, a teenager. beautiful, of course, with that smile and those dimples, but not like this. ]
You're no disciple of mine, dying so young! Coming here like this. [ he can't be mo ran. ] Stand up and explain yourself.
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the shadowlands have messed with his power, or perhaps his heart isn't entirely in it, for the strike lands with less force than it would have with any of his previous punishments. the strike hits across his back, but that's too dangerous, the way it highlights how broad-shoulders his disciple has become. how is that possible? when the rift hit, mo ran had been still growing, gangly and gawky, a teenager. beautiful, of course, with that smile and those dimples, but not like this. ]
You're no disciple of mine, dying so young! Coming here like this. [ he can't be mo ran. ] Stand up and explain yourself.