[He struggles, and then there’s a moment where he pauses, as if unclear about what he wants to do now. There’s a lot to take stock of. Hizen threatens him and there’s a delay where Yizhi’s obviously thinking about it, before he comes to a similar conclusion and stops moving. Lets out a big sigh.]
Alright, you got me. [To no one’s surprise.]
[Yizhi wants very much to ask for pointers- was that last slash a feint, or is he reading too much into it?- but he knows that’s not the kind of “lesson” the hitman’s trying to teach. Being smart about this to the hitman’s face would be asking for a second beating.]
What’s the plan now?
[He has his own expectations, but this guy gets kind of grouchy whenever he says anything (or doesn't say anything), so. Let Mr. Standards tell him where he intends to cut. Surely, there's going to be at least one.]
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Alright, you got me. [To no one’s surprise.]
[Yizhi wants very much to ask for pointers- was that last slash a feint, or is he reading too much into it?- but he knows that’s not the kind of “lesson” the hitman’s trying to teach. Being smart about this to the hitman’s face would be asking for a second beating.]
What’s the plan now?
[He has his own expectations, but this guy gets kind of grouchy whenever he says anything (or doesn't say anything), so. Let Mr. Standards tell him where he intends to cut. Surely, there's going to be at least one.]