[What a cruel twist of fate... This would have been such an easy victory under other circumstances - they own that fight completely, at the start - but now, Ling can feel the spiritual energy slipping through his fingers before long. He summons his sword back quickly, worried that he'll lose the ability to manipulate it through the air soon; he can't risk his sword falling into the water, losing it forever!
There's only one solution, here. It's not one he's overly fond of, but desperate times -... He falls back a little, getting close to Jingyi, and holds his left arm out behind him.]
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There's only one solution, here. It's not one he's overly fond of, but desperate times -... He falls back a little, getting close to Jingyi, and holds his left arm out behind him.]
Give me your hand!