Xie lian stares at the demons with an exhausted expression of contempt. There is few things that he would say he hates, but these demons are crawling their way up that list. He flops backwards onto the ground and lets the other man handle these couple remnants.

His own weapon is a silk bandage wrapped around his arms and even Rouye is growing tired of this constant warfare. "This is the most fighting I've done since the war..." And how many hundreds of years ago was that? And at least then he had a sword.