[This is the Zhang Liao the whole of China will learn to fear. And this is also the Zhang Liao that Diao Chan finds the most familiar.
In the thick storm, it's hard to register anything. Only flashes of red color between periods of darkness, lightning strikes only illuminating the surroundings for so long. It's hard to smile when you're so unsure of everything and the smell of blood is thick in the air, so she decides not to. With the wind blowing so fast around them and the visibility so low, it's not like Zhang Liao would notice, right? (Right?)
Instead, her expression falls from a shocked look to something of a forlorn stare. There's blood covering her feet and in-between her toes, with scrapes on her knees and a small gash across her collarbone. She's far from injured, yes, but she could use a good shower. This is a disheveled state Diao Chan hasn't ever reached, not even during the peak of battle. Because Lu Bu was always there, along with (as much as it pains her to admit it) Dong Zhuo, and they wouldn't want any scars to appear on their pretty little dancer. Hell, even when it came to tricking the two, her father was always somewhere nearby to support her. To remind her it was all for the better.
So, you could say that these monsters were, in fact, the first battle where she stood alone.]
I'm alright... [Lu Bu would be furious to see her in such a state. She-- almost mistakes Zhang Liao for a monster, to be honest, which causes the wind around them to whip even faster at their skin. But he's far from a monster. He's an ally, and now she's not alone here.]
--Ah, no, the teahouse! [She can't dally. Diao Chan snaps her head at the direction of the place where she came from, only to see a monster (or two) slam right through the entrance. She needs to say something, anything to Zhang Liao-- it could just be 'please save them', or 'the monsters can't be allowed closer'. But for some reason, her feet are moving faster than her lips, and she's running straight towards the threat.
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In the thick storm, it's hard to register anything. Only flashes of red color between periods of darkness, lightning strikes only illuminating the surroundings for so long. It's hard to smile when you're so unsure of everything and the smell of blood is thick in the air, so she decides not to. With the wind blowing so fast around them and the visibility so low, it's not like Zhang Liao would notice, right? (Right?)
Instead, her expression falls from a shocked look to something of a forlorn stare. There's blood covering her feet and in-between her toes, with scrapes on her knees and a small gash across her collarbone. She's far from injured, yes, but she could use a good shower. This is a disheveled state Diao Chan hasn't ever reached, not even during the peak of battle. Because Lu Bu was always there, along with (as much as it pains her to admit it) Dong Zhuo, and they wouldn't want any scars to appear on their pretty little dancer. Hell, even when it came to tricking the two, her father was always somewhere nearby to support her. To remind her it was all for the better.
So, you could say that these monsters were, in fact, the first battle where she stood alone.]
I'm alright... [Lu Bu would be furious to see her in such a state. She-- almost mistakes Zhang Liao for a monster, to be honest, which causes the wind around them to whip even faster at their skin. But he's far from a monster. He's an ally, and now she's not alone here.]
--Ah, no, the teahouse! [She can't dally. Diao Chan snaps her head at the direction of the place where she came from, only to see a monster (or two) slam right through the entrance. She needs to say something, anything to Zhang Liao-- it could just be 'please save them', or 'the monsters can't be allowed closer'. But for some reason, her feet are moving faster than her lips, and she's running straight towards the threat.
...Oops.]