Still, caught in the grip of his power's madness and unable to fully process what's happening, Wei Ying struggles to break free of Lan Zhan's grip, lurching violently to the left.
The sharp crack of a gunshot comes out of nowhere.
The bullet pierces the back of the left side of Wei Ying's head and travels right on through. Blood, skull fragments, brain matter, and bits of hair go flying as the young man collapses like a rag doll in Lan Zhan's arms, his grip on the shadows of the Underground broken by force.
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ninetydegrees
cw: somewhat graphic gun violence
on 2020-02-03 11:10 am (UTC)Still, caught in the grip of his power's madness and unable to fully process what's happening, Wei Ying struggles to break free of Lan Zhan's grip, lurching violently to the left.
The sharp crack of a gunshot comes out of nowhere.
The bullet pierces the back of the left side of Wei Ying's head and travels right on through. Blood, skull fragments, brain matter, and bits of hair go flying as the young man collapses like a rag doll in Lan Zhan's arms, his grip on the shadows of the Underground broken by force.