The First Bloom 53

Zhenfeng's voice was sharp, but Jianyu had already corrected his stance, dodging just in time to avoid another incoming attack. He spun, landing smoothly beside Zhenfeng, their backs nearly touching.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zhenfeng snapped, parrying a clawed strike and countering with a clean stab to the throat.

Jianyu didn't answer. He didn't have time to. Another monster lunged, and he intercepted it, his scythe a blur of motion as he cut it down.

But Zhenfeng noticed.

He noticed the way Jianyu kept shifting, kept placing himself just a little too close, kept blocking attacks that weren't meant for him.

And he didn't understand why.

But he didn't have time to question it, either.