Engage

"Ah~" Feng Shen licked the blade, savoring the taste of blood, a twisted pleasure in every drop.

He cut his tongue just slightly, but it healed instantly.

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Feng Shen tossed the blade aside and stood up, his smile widening.

"Little girl~? Are you still hiding?" he called out, his voice almost sing-song, carrying an eerie lilt as he strolled through the carnage.

Feng Shen's eyes flickered from one corner of the camp to the next, scanning for movement. "Come on out… I don't bite!"

He wandered between the fallen tents and scattered crates, peeking around the corners of the structures, breathing deeply as he inhaled the sharp scent of blood in the air.

Feng Shen's smile remained as he moved, unhurried.

"Well~ it seems she's one lucky little girl," he murmured aloud, annoyed that he couldn't sense her. She wasn't anywhere close.

Feng Shen stopped walking for a moment, letting out a low, frustrated laugh.