Volume Three: Deng Wa

Chapter LIV

Iron Antlers III: Consciousness

Here and back again. To the Spirit Realm — Oh, where am I? What is this?

Kai had swept from the village battle with screeches of mortals and Jade Warriors to a distant dimension of a soft and ghastly Realm. Much compared to his forsaken world where to find the Spirit Warriors, claiming all of their chi for five centuries before finding two of his most vicious fighters, before he beamed into a world of his own. Surveying his surroundings left him to ponder this same gravity under his feet, and beyond him could hardly see dense basil shrouds, left with black veins floating with white claps of thunder. Finding himself odd was that his cloak billowed once more, thus his armor he wore, the last time General Kai had fought by his brother's side before the volley of black arrows ended their army. The yak inspected the hooves on his muzzle before his horns in the following sense.

His horns were plain and mighty. No additional ones overgrew under the two in front of his floppy ears. The haunting smells of decay, Earth, and black smoke left him a gasp, something every soldier had experienced in these terrors, in which mud and gore bathed on their bodies: your brothers being slaughtered, your face and armor were spraying blood from them. Immediately, the terrain with mudwater rested with stiff soldier bodies. They were his army, and the Fire Clan the Mightiest Warriors fought them. Not like this. . . Not again.

From Kai's left side, A swirl of yellow dust formed into a snow leopard soldier in leather armor. "Neglect the bloodshed, my old friend. Reach for the poor boy."

Another combed the specks beside Lieutenant Zhanshi. A peacock, Lord Li Han, supported his General. "Mind the troubled deer ahead. Save the weak."

A silver-blue hoof stroked Kai's mane, and his wife, Wugu, encouraged him. "My dearest husband. Fight through the misery with our strengths. Swim through your mind to his."

A reptile hand patted the yak's right shoulder. Oogway, whose voluminous lime wraps around his shell, bore his closest friend. "Unleash your might, my brother. Break the boy's chains."

The pulsing dawn in front of the Original Mightiest Warriors shifted with throbs. Kai sought the stream of light shaping the warrior's feline form, striding toward him. Stopping close to the yak, the warrior in dark emerald scathe armor and cloak unmasked the face, flipping the hood back. This warrior was like his own; the tiger's head became closely like his teacher's but only had his square jawline and rough fur, despite battles that made him bathe with blends of mud and gore.

"Baba. . ." the feline soldier droned his blunt chuffs.

"Son?" Kai gaped, quivering his mouth. The unbreakable feeling of love in his warm heart impacted him seeing the blood of his warrior.

The soldier, whose silver-green cape billowed to his right side, stepped closer to the Mightiest Warrior. "Whatever happened to me, even when I am gone, know that I am always your greatest gift with my big-little brother. You and mom are the loving parents I ever have — I love you, Dad."

"Dakai. . ." he sniffed, smiling. "I love you too, son. Daddy always will."

Kai began glowering at the distant emerald surroundings of Wang's world, which clustered with ruptures and debris with zig-zag veins. His treasured son praised his father after turning to the scenery.

"Kick Deng Wa's ass, Baba. And free the boy."

On fours with fulfillment and spirituality, Kai sprinted into the ocean of miseries, which piled deserted hills with dead soldiers, the black smoke passing above the yak before he sprang at the edge. At the cliff edge, the mist crumbling with bits of emerald swarms, Kai bounded on small platforms, reaching the closest and the farthest as the emerald light over the apex brisked brightly with webbed shrouds. To the last rubble was a distant realm with clusters of mixed terrains, as each land rested on a spine, toward the blinding pulses of a charcoal gray and green hue, the behemoth skull size linked with two antlers above it.

Once invading the deer's consciousness, harsh surroundings interfered as Kai began to observe unfamiliar views. The giant temple had three charcoal walls, about one structure each; the front of the apex displayed a stag sigil — a circle detail with roots growing to a tree beside a deer figure. Indeed, the General reminisced more than fifty banners billowing across battlefields and even soldiers robing their armor with respectful coloring and sigils. It was one of his sentry allies, a Tibetan red deer loyal to Generals.

This land is not where I should confront Wang.

The yak strolled further as the three walls temple crumbled to dust, spreading its marshmallow smoke.

Seemingly to draw closer as he would have been to travel for days, reaching for the distant Realm. Still, a lot quicker, as if the lands changed quickly, Kai began heading on the wooden bridge, passing over the broad river where he knew this terrain, but strange to him as this village colonized fruit trees. Distant claps echoed across the Yellow River as Kai strolled on the river bank, seeking strokes of gray and silver foliage raining underneath the tree. Peach flowers glided on the house that swarmed with roots and poison ivy. A cloud figure, entwined with trails of tendrils behind, stormed toward the boat and, following his turn, bellowed the child's cry, resembling the boy without antlers.

"Mom!"

There, against the fading log, bracing knees forward, the deer sat, whose antlers dyed ebony brown, his robe and trousers matching strokes from the moss.

"Somebody fetch the rope! NOW!"

His teacher's voice rumbled the grass, the water rushing its ripples. As closer as Kai went near the deer, a few yards away, Wang glowered his eyes at him. "The reign will be mine. After I kill you and Xing, who robbed me, many will bow before the Jade Emperor. If refused, their heads will be on spikes."

"You have been through loathsomeness, did you, Wang?" Kai asked. "Murdering people in front of you is your master's doing."

Wang lowered his eyes to his feet, admitting mistreatment occurred to him when the warlord surveyed his downcast face. "This scheme of yours will not end well, boy. Tiny Badger put those trickery words on you so that you fall for his false wisdom," Kai enlightened the deer. "Did you know he was in my head before you? Victims before us? I suppose he did not tell you about them."

"What do you care?"

"Hmm."

Kai reached for the river bank and knelt near the edge, his hoof bearing a nippy water stream. "Deng Wa sought in me that I was a worthy warlord who turned against my own, betraying the brother I loved. I was vicious slaughtering soldiers, those who refused to surrender, and the rest who died with honor," Kai said, turning to Wang with nostalgia sense. "There was one who accepted his surrender, and you reminded me of him."

"Your pet."

"Lu had his bitter taste, worse than your mouth."

With reaction, storming his height from the tree, Wang snapped. "You are not welcome to my mind, Maker of Widows. Get out of my head."

"Not while you are in your teacher's prison," the yak pointed out. "You need help."

"Like I care to those full of backstabbers and cutthroats who have no empathy? After twelve people proclaimed I need help, you are the thirteenth who begs."

"Mostly, you have been remaining in your state of broken mentality. That is because you were being mistreated for far too long."

The deer turned to his vine house, and his emerald blades diced the whole into bits once Kai began. "Mean people do not deserve to cause their children to become grown people to hate. Let me be honest with you," Kai expressed. "I never liked to see someone who could do such things to harm his child. Your father was —"

"Was?"

Wang turned to Kai. "That past participle word leads to my concern about my dad's fate. Why did you ask me if I killed him?" the deer pressed the yak. "What are you talking about?"

"You did not know he was murdered?" Kai gave his confusing glance, his sense of uncertainty too extreme.

"That asshole is supposed to be executed at the end of this month. I just met Le a few days ago. How did you—?"

"One piece of news was supposed to be released by tomorrow from the postmaster inside," Kai answered, his eyes wandering the Realm's thunders, which clapped white and gray twice. The yak slowly bobbed in determination. "I think someone achieved killing your dad behind your back. And you should know who silenced him behind bars. If you truly did not cause your murder, I am sorry for your loss, Wang."

The look in the deer's eyes broadened, stammering. "You are LYING!"

Giving bafflement briefly, Wang began to observe thousands of views across the emerald ocean of veins. "Shujaa, you were the only one with my master at Jianyu Prison. I want to see my father."

The lion clicked his glass repeatedly in puzzlement.

"SHOW ME THE PRISON NOW, OR I WILL BREAK YOU!"

His jombie soldier accepted with taps, the lion's view manifesting swirls of memories digging through previous events. For a moment, the manifestation expanded more as Wang commenced to survey the scenery of the mountain's behemoth dragon entry, leading Shujaa's perspective toward engaging mortals before the last sight of Wang's father behind ebony bars.

Let us assemble with the army together with these prisoners, Wang. His badger teacher granted his learner.

The lion Shujaa remains proud, standing with his leopard partner Lady Kasi, warriors of the Righteous Seven. Only commanded by the Iron Antlers, they were only duty to seize these mortals and protect Wang. Shujaa stays beside Kasi as the deer strolls to the Dragon's Heart Door, his ears registering iron and metal cells writhing in thumps, including Le's sob. Once Wang disappears, the lion peeps at Le, falling back on the ice floor.

"WANG!" Le cries. Motionless, waiting for orders, the lion hears the elder deer's sob moaning with harsh rubbles, and Le sinks his head. The boy can see prisoners from both sides of Shujaa's view edges regarding their cellmate. For a moment, Shujaa twitches his head, swirling upon glancing at Jade Warriors, and his leopard mate, writhing her green eyes, ambles away beside him. In between the cell bars that writhe its metal crushes, the prisoner's hoof reached out to the lion jombie's wrist, twitching Shujaa's head.

The lion's first thought, flooding with hostility, has him bend his muzzle, his left limb broadening sharp steel claws, bashing the iron cell. Le flinched his body back from the front. "Shujaa!" the deer gasped, combed with rich weeps.

The lion pulses his eyes with a stern stare, whose rich glass growl drums. Shujaa sinks his deathly gaze for a moment, letting the deer crawl his knees close to the bar. "Shujaa. Please, hear my voice," the deer begs. Yet, the prisoner can hardly see the warrior's iris eyes pulse dawn, and yellow, strange as Le draws his view on other Jade Warriors snapping their glares at his cellmates. But this time, the lion only focuses on Le. "My boy means more in my heart. Those eyes of his let him see things I did not hurt him."

In discomfort, the prisoner ceases his eyes harder, shaking his head. "I pushed my son too far — Wang — I never hurt Dong Mei."

Shujaa had a friendly discussion with Master Owl's daughter a week before the Wugu City was under siege, swarmed by Deng Wa's army. A friend and a colleague, bathed in white feathers and voluminous orange hanfu fluttering in the nippy breeze, wished with the Seven to determine the Iron Antler's whereabouts. Sharing them with this mysterious ambition, the owl discovered a hidden culprit; Dong Mei had a copy of an ancient biography scroll of Master Wuxi's Disciples.

Le wrings his closed eyes again, wincing. "Ever since his mother left, my son has always been struggling, and I was always there with him," he lets his tears out. "We were a happy family. . . we started another life that I recruited antelopes as Wang's brothers. Many have life issues in common and deserve to change for the better, like my boy, who wants a happy life but is shattered to crumble. And I failed him."

At last, Shujaa only answers with creamy taps under his throat, but harsh chuffs beside the lion heighten, which have Le and Shujaa see the leopard jombie, whose mouth broadens her teeth. The deer's attempt is reaching his hoof to Shujaa's claw.

"Shujaa. Look at me."

The lion forces his opposing view at Le, who jolts his wrist. "Look at my writing stroke."

The lion did so, not necessarily understanding his words, which at his first thought, that he could shove his claw in the deer's throat. So instead, his glare follows Le's handwriting stroke in the opposite direction from the deer's perspective. One horizontal stroke to the right, one line down to the left, and another stroke beside the line drawing a hook upward as Shujaa reads his last message.

九

"What. . .?" Wang breathed out, and his father met the lion's eyes as he could see his son right through into him.

"This is where my son will go," Le moans. "After Gongmen Battle, before Prince Huoju fell, Wang's brother Han told me my son wished to live with his rival's home. Wang — if he listens to me, I know he will go with them. For months, his letter did not arrive at my temple, so I paid my visit to Shui Palace to see if the Nine would allow him. Master Ming heard my words well that I wanted to bring my son home, where his life stands with his new friends.

"As a father, I never got a chance to fulfill the feeling that my Wang's heart should fill more. I was far arrogant to push my students harder just to become flawless disciples; that put my son lead in the wrong direction, despite how I was — a broken warrior who lost my friendship with Master Owl. Those incompetent beings hurt his daughter, made my people of Yellow River Valley think of me who I harmed her."

He crawls to the owl feather and has his muzzle meet it one last time, the smell of tangerine making him sob. "Gods. . . Dong Hai is so spirited. And she is strong. I wish her father could see the truth. I wish you all could bring Wang home — To Shui Palace. . ."

Stepping away from Le's cell, Shujaa sees a flash of green raging its stream cloud passing by him, the sharp tone of soft foams and roughness from the light commanding jombies. The lion surveys the rest of the terrifying prisoners behind the iron bars, screeching at Jade Warriors. He seeks the stream of lime and green swimming across the corridor, and pointy quills unleash from the rings of smoke and dart over a hundred convicts. One by one, shot by the sharp glass, bolted by lightning, taken by the chi withdraw with pulses of yellow orbs. One by one, prisoners form with marks on their shoulders.

"Tell my boy and my wife I love them. With all of my heart."

Shujaa remains still and catches his eyes on a fading specter, whose billowing mino flows into dense green streams in front of Le's cell. The deer presents his last sight of the lion. "Goodbye."

One dagger blade hammers the skull, the corpse wavering its flesh to its rock, surging gold chi ripples. And the Heart Cell stops beating the metal pulses.

"Not like this. . . NOT LIKE THIS!"

Wang crashed to his knees near the Yellow River bank and sobbed. As a General himself, formerly arrogant to see soldiers wailing for their brothers' deaths, Kai changed his expression to a sympathetic soul, narrowing his eyes. "I am so sorry, Wang," Kai shared his condolence with the deer. "Your dad bore his last thoughts about you before his death. Knowing the look in Le's eyes, I felt the last moment to see someone I truly cared for die in front of me."

"My father was a monster. Do you hear me? He deserved his easy way out!" Wang lamented, clenching the saturated dirt. "DAMN HIM!"

He did not deserve to be slaughtered.

Kai had him watch the deer weeping, whose eyes clenched harder. "Le and I had the same regrets; in comparison, he raised you terribly, forcing you to act like a bad deer. And as a father, I never harmed anyone inside but pushed my army toward success in every battle. The only exception in my time of serving in the war, I failed my son. I failed because I tried to save him from himself being a fighter. He was the Mightiest Warrior, the cleverest with fist, mind, and heart. He died in my arms."

The yak strolled close to the deer as the cold water underneath Wang's knees streamed. You could hear Wang's breaths cracking his weeps with sorts of wincing. Kai knelt beside him. "You fought enough damage, Wang. This path goes on your unfortunate fate. Your grief must hold back. Come with me."

"There is nowhere for me to go," Wang sniffed. "My life begins here, whether you destroy me or not."

"Your family issue does not matter anymore, boy. That deer abused you and made you weak by not standing against him. I know how you feel it is to be tormented. Not family-related; someone during my time serving in the Great War hated my guts. And I was a survivor."

Before the yak could assist him with his massive hoof, Wang fastened his lips once he shed his tears, and Kai could spot his left fist clenching. "Attack me if you must, but I will not fight you, Wang," the yak said. "A special friend of mine wants you to come home, giving you a better life. And he — Little Kitten — craves aiding you."

Xing?

"I have no better tale about your soul, but Xing himself knows you well. He sees your path of a second chance as I follow my way of redemption. Mine still has my purpose while I continue to live, rather than being what I used to be — the Jade Slayer," the yak stood. "Come with me to the light, Wang. You and I shall end Deng Wa and escape this tacky Realm together."

For a moment, Wang, showing dread and distortion, narrowed his eyes at the General. "Fight him yourself. Leave me be."

Not able to persuade the deer, Kai nodded with an undertaking. "Suit yourself. I will end Deng Wa, with or without you. One way or another, Wang, you will be free."

The deer mainly sought the yak, whose flowing cloak surged to the side, turning away into the blended clearing hills with a shrilling breeze — Once sprinting, Kai was gone, and Wang rose from his knees.

Kai began to stride into another terrain, swarmed with the nippy breeze, lifting his heavy feet off the snow. Reaching for the apex hills, coming for the crossing ridges, Kai mounted on the rock's edges, climbing on hard-to-reach grips as his billowing cape swirled to the side, his foot slipping, giving his quick thinking of his hoof clenching the stiff layer. Immediately, finding his limb to lock on, the yak carried on to the next jump, ascending to the top further.

"KAI! If you can hear me, the ice is cracking! Get Wang out of there!"

And finally, Kai heaved himself forward, vaulting on the ridge as the grass bristled on his knees. Rising from the green, massively surging with the nippy breeze, the yak searched for the next peak of wooden house campsites, abandoned with layers of vines in roots, covered in basil moss. Recognizing panda phantoms in gold and orange robes, he trekked on fading streams of yellow across the next hill, which swarmed around the tree in its slow and steady whirls, bearing blends of light green and yellow foliage.

There, let the yak cease his leading foot, finding the wind surges as the emerald blanket surrounded something behind the silhouette with billowing cloths. Next to the shadow gripped a silver blade, mirrored by glinting white churned to emerald and the dagger's intricate serpent mark. Kai moved closer to the fading blossoms passing by his knees, and he drew his double halberd.

The yak sought the badger dissipating white swirls, spreading ripples wide and far. "General Kai," Deng Wa smiled. "What a pleasant reunion."

"Is it, now?" Kai grumbled with low thrums. "I was wondering you have not invited me for a Feast, Deng Wa."

"Not unless you bring me your brother's corpse and have a dine together."

This reply triggered Kai to burst his snout. The contract was quite satisfying to him during his last journey as the Jade Slayer; he did capture the tortoise but never attended to hand Oogway to Deng Wa.

"So, my child," the badger squinted his emerald eyes. "Have you come to die in this consciousness realm?"

"I am here for the boy, Deng Wa."

"The son of no one presents his life on fulfilling wishes by revealing my legacy, General. Instead of you ruling the dynasty, despising Oogway was your purpose of destroying him and the pandas."

"You made me ruin my life and cross my brother," Kai blamed the badger. "And I have come to silence you."

The badger crooned in calming abhorrence. "As you wish," Deng Wa smirked. "If you were intelligent enough to avoid me from the Panda Grandmaster at the Sacred Temple, you should have known better. You wanted vengeance and power, and I granted you hate. Hate, despite your brother having his weak mind, he believed those bears, allowing you two to change a better life from the war."

"Overwhelmed as I was, Oogway deserved the change better as he craved me to do the same."

"With this power you discovered, you could have protected Oogway from him getting killed again," Deng Wa pinned his dagger-ax staff beside his right foot. "Rather than join by your side, he spared pandas and betrayed you. Your precious son would not have wanted to see you kill people."

"Leave that tongue mentioning my son. I am no longer a monster," Kai glowered, bending his muzzle. "Wang does not deserve this madness. A terrible father raised him, and that boy went on to be a student of a terrible teacher like you who persuaded those like him and me to slaughter people and steal their chi."

Deng Wa, curling his lips behind his conical hat, rumbled his rich tone. "I will destroy you first, and Wang will be free," the yak said.

"Poor child. Once I am destroyed, anyone like you will always bring me back."

Grumbling more, Kai slammed his double halberd beside him. "Rise again, and I will send you to the Spirit Realm."

"The Spirit Warrior refuses to die by mortal hands, General. Master Bo Shan freed his friend, and he could not defeat me," the badger uttered, spinning his weapon. "No matter how you attempt to exterminate me before the next dynasty, the boy will die, even if you free him."

"Fight me, Tiny Badger."

And then the dual began, with a tiny warrior sheering his dagger-ax.

Becoming defensive, using his double halberd too well in compulsive behavior, Kai commenced parrying the badger's rapid lunges hammering toward his chest, resulting from curving the blade twice before Deng Wa delivered his body a sharp turn. The yak countered the dagger by sweeping his halberd in an off direction, preventing the badger's vicious cuts. Trapping his weapon on the thick grass, Kai threw his heavy foot forward, which put Deng Wa barricaded the hilt against the assail, skidding the badger off guard with a brief muddle.

Advancing his countermove, Kai sheered his double halberd and parried Deng Wa's blade. The badger screeched as he twirled and pummeled two halberds, driving Kai back. Forwarding his flip in the breeze, Deng Wa plunged into the grass, the greens undulating with a glint of green fire waves. The screaming fire aggressed its shapes of claws, and Kai dodged over in a short distance. Luring the badger at different angles, the yak pierced through his upper shoulder, a warm crimson hacking out as Deng Wa grimaced. Staggering briefly, the badger set his dagger-ax to a hard swing at Kai's leg and thrust his emerald paw, launching the yak beside the tree.

"Exquisite," Deng Wa sneered, watching Kai puff his muzzle. "In case of wondering, you did share your knowledge with me. In the Spirit Realm, those Masters who you claimed their chi, their experiences made us both stronger. And with your mortal, you have none of them."

Kai stared his glare at him without showing his tantrum, knowing the lack of persistence could throw him off. In circles, readying their swords, Deng Wa and Kai prepped to assail as if the yak waited for his chance to see his opponent's wrong move. When Kai gave his firm grip on his double halberd, a rapid approach behind the yak had stormed one's hail, shifting him to one side as he dodged.

A Tibetan deer launched his leading foot in the air, and once splitting the other limb, Wang propelled his straight fists, leading the yak to deflect quick blows. Kai seized the boy's wrists when Deng Wa remained in his pose with his dagger ax on the rock's edge, grinning. The deer cast his heel kicks on the yak's bulky legs before he twisted his limb full force, darting his fists on Kai's muzzle. Flipping himself back threw Wang's right foot under the yak's jaw, disorienting the former Jade Slayer to his knee.

"Not when I get here first," Wang snapped.

Quivering from getting stumbled, Kai widened his glare at Wang. "Give in to yourself, boy," he groaned. "Leave Deng Wa's monstrosity behind."

"Finish General Kai, Wang. He had failed me," the badger emitted his tone of rich praise.

"This is not who you are, Wang," Kai shook his head.

Wang twirled his chains beside his feet. "I am what I am, General Kai. This is who I have become."

"Don't live into regrets that I went through discomfort and hatred. I wasted five hundred years in the Spirit Realm to seize every master's chi and my life being Deng Wa's pet. Do you want to live many centuries as the Spirit Warrior, with your badger teacher filling hate against your own and all those who will stop your reign of terrors?"

"That makes two of us," Wang wrung his teeth.

"The rest before us," Kai said with wisdom.

"Whether you like it or not, the realm will be mine, and many will bow to the new Jade Emperor."

"Tell yourself that," the yak pointed his thumb.

DADDY! NOOO!

Wang could observe hundreds of warriors' perspectives filling dread and countless frays behind Kai, most marching in all directions of China. As he expected many to rule the lands, promising to eradicate killers and those who would harm the deer, he caught one view that did not mean to defeat masters and civilians before they joined Jade Warriors. Following one girl's sob, somewhere between these affray observations expanded the golden takin's perspective, which now altered his flesh into light green stones, the eyes bathing in lime as the victim glared at the child.

Girl takin trapped herself in the corner across the living room with her baby brother — swathed in a crimson brown cloak — in her arms. The infant, about one year, howled his cry once their mother, charging next to her children, thrust her husband, throwing her hooves. "No!" the takin mother in a snow hanfu sobbed, and the father shoved her to the side; a stream of emerald arrows struck her dress, and rat horde jombies from the enormous gap that was supposed to be a window vaulted over, crawling in advancement toward the family.

"MOMMY!" the girl wailed.

Their mother's flesh was saturated into thick layers of clay and glass, hueing dark green. Both of their parents, strolling with their limbs forward, softly growled. The gathering surrounded the girl, who lay her head on his brother's heart, sobbing. "I love you, Xiao Wang."

"No — NO! Disengage!" Wang commanded.

And the golden takin's eyes dissipated into gold shrouds.

"Now you know that all of China will soon tear apart by your army, Wang. Is that what you wanted to be? If you continue to do this path, then I have no choice but to end your misery," Kai clenched the halberd's hilt.

"Not like this."

"I am going to ask you one last time, and this is where your fate stands between two roads. Who are you?"

With confusion by Kai's query, Wang could hardly inspect his hooves holding duo swords, reminiscing the beginning of his past incident. The deer started thinking of his own story, his voice muttering nonchalantly. "I am. . ."

"You are the Jade Emperor, Wang. Unleash your will to finish the conquest!"

At once, neglecting his teacher's approval, he lowered his eyes to a shut, murmuring to himself again, which followed from puzzlement to nuanced understanding. "I am. . ."

The following memory of Lu Disciples in the Academy's Square, on the platform's green yin-yang, let him see his closest companion in a teal robe and cinnamon trousers, whose hoof was planted on Wang's shoulder. "We are always your brothers, Wang," the antelope Han said. "We are unbroken. No matter how long we have been under your father's care, forcing us to handle all the pain from his teaching — we are a family."

His family was no more — no father nor mother. He thanked Le for assembling antelopes from small villages to big cities, who had no homes to live in despite his classmates being abandoned. Wang became their faithful companion, their big brother, formed together into a clan of deer warriors — a family.

"I am Wang, the Iron Antlers."

Wang wrenched his chains and sprang in the nippy air, spinning his body willingly. Somehow, Kai had his hooves blazing gold chi before he could catch the deer's hoof and dissipate him with his Wuxi Fingerhold. Anticipated one of his knives going to hurl, the deer flung the blade down to the badger.