It's more than enough of an answer for Sizhui, who adjusts the placement of his feet ever-so-slightly whenever Jingyi starts hovering. He averts his gaze toward Jingyi's claws then, watching intently, attention redirecting once brilliant blue brightens the ground, forming a net that arcs upward and captures each person safely within its confines. Huh... That's convenient, and with the hand (talon?) gestures committed to memory, he nods.
“Knocking them unconscious may be for the best. That way, they don't possibly injure one another while trapped in the confined space.”
Sizhui's quick to clarify, “I can handle that if you're able to gather other freed ones and keep them contained,” then he hops down, landing just as some butterflies disperse, the remnants of which he uses to his advantage for extra disorientation against their closest attacker; it allows him to disarm the refugee and swiftly deliver a hand-strike against their neck that will leave them effectively senseless.
...only brief problem is steadying them long enough to carefully let them slump down so he can move on to the next one. (But it's fine, nothing he can't handle!)
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“Knocking them unconscious may be for the best. That way, they don't possibly injure one another while trapped in the confined space.”
Sizhui's quick to clarify, “I can handle that if you're able to gather other freed ones and keep them contained,” then he hops down, landing just as some butterflies disperse, the remnants of which he uses to his advantage for extra disorientation against their closest attacker; it allows him to disarm the refugee and swiftly deliver a hand-strike against their neck that will leave them effectively senseless.
...only brief problem is steadying them long enough to carefully let them slump down so he can move on to the next one. (But it's fine, nothing he can't handle!)