[ .....of course. This place is part of his own imagination. Killing anything in it amounts to hurting his own psyche. His head snaps back to face Sierra. Is there a way out? There is.
He withdraws his sword, Suibian from its sheath and makes a sword seal with his hands. It hovers in front of him, horizontally. He steps on it, balancing easily on the blade. ]
Come on.
[ He reaches for her hand, to help her onto the sword as well. ]
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He withdraws his sword, Suibian from its sheath and makes a sword seal with his hands. It hovers in front of him, horizontally. He steps on it, balancing easily on the blade. ]
Come on.
[ He reaches for her hand, to help her onto the sword as well. ]
We'll fly away.