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Sakurai-san wrote another fic...this time, it's a Dynasty Warriors one! Multiple OCs and also, potential Tsu warning.
Please enjoy!
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" Ling Tong bellows, charging over to the Tiger General after his attack was being deflected. "I've had enough of this! I'm taking her back to Wu with me this time, you son of a…"
Upon hearing that, there was a change in the Tiger General's eyes. Up till now, he had been trying to stall time to let Ling Tong cool down. However, this time round, both men seemed to be serious and she snaps out of her trance.
Ling Tong is a strong fighter; that is something which she had been very aware of from the day they met. However, the person he is clashing swords with at the moment is Zhao Yun, the person who had faced the Wei army alone armed with a spear and a baby to leave unscathed. Ling Tong is definitely no match to someone of Zhao Yun's caliber.
The pair traded blows with heightened intensity this time round and she saw an opening in the Wu general's attack.
'He's going to kill Gongji!'
Zhao Yun's spear misses its mark; it was knocked off-path and the cold steel draws blood.
Not from Ling Gongji.
"Yi!" he stops in his attack after witnessing the horror of his friend taking the blow in his place. She raises a hand to stop him from attacking and her grip on his Dragon Spear was firm.
That was the first time he saw something more than emptiness and sorrow in those eyes. Ling Tong retreats a few steps away from her; the fury coming off from the lady is getting unbearable to her long-time friend.
Let alone to him.
There was life again in those eyes but that was something fearful, even to the Tiger General who had braved through an army of 5000 elite cavalry alone, he almost lost his grip on his weapon for a moment.
Anger was not alone in those eyes, it was accompanied by disgust. It was the first time Zhao Yun, the esteemed General of Tiger Valor of Shu, had ever seen anyone look at him with disgust at all.
She seems to pay no heed to the spear embedded deep into her shoulder and there was something abnormal about the grip she had on it. For a person who had not eaten properly for almost four months and almost died a month ago, she is unusually strong. He had tried pulling the weapon off but it was of little use. Her grip is not slacking at all and in fact, it was getting stronger.
"Hate me, ignore me or kill me….it's up to you. I don't care." She snarls, knuckles getting whiter with every word she spoke. "However, if you dare to lay a finger on my friends, I won't let you off."
Is this all she had to tell him after all this time?
The first was a divorce request. The second was a threat to his life.