[This is a sort of planet that tends towards a rainier climate; it certainly doesn't make things any simpler. It's too easy to lose Fragmentum monsters in the misty fog...and companions, too, in the thick of the fray. This is a concern that niggles about now, even as Luocha manages to hold his own one on one against a particularly tenacious Voidranger. One, two blades parried, and then a drive of the tip of his rapier through a very precise weak spot in the torso--
But he isn't pausing long enough afterwards to watch it disintegrate. Instead Luocha moves right on from there, breath puffing in the cool air to join the mist that swirls, steps hasty and eyes darting as he scans the winding mountain path.]
Dan Heng?
[He was just this way--Luocha's sure of that much, though Dan Heng had been getting into a clash of his own before the footwork of the fight had swept him out of sight. Now, though, sounds of battle drift through the air no longer...and--ah?
There, a head of dark hair and the customary green of his garb. But his silhouette is curled on the ground...which is hardly a posture that bodes well. Luocha's steps quicken.]
Dan Heng! [Kneeling down beside him, he's already reaching to check the young man's vitals, a gloved hand curling over one wrist while he scans his overall body for signs of injury.] Speak, if possible--can you hear me?
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But he isn't pausing long enough afterwards to watch it disintegrate. Instead Luocha moves right on from there, breath puffing in the cool air to join the mist that swirls, steps hasty and eyes darting as he scans the winding mountain path.]
Dan Heng?
[He was just this way--Luocha's sure of that much, though Dan Heng had been getting into a clash of his own before the footwork of the fight had swept him out of sight. Now, though, sounds of battle drift through the air no longer...and--ah?
There, a head of dark hair and the customary green of his garb. But his silhouette is curled on the ground...which is hardly a posture that bodes well. Luocha's steps quicken.]
Dan Heng! [Kneeling down beside him, he's already reaching to check the young man's vitals, a gloved hand curling over one wrist while he scans his overall body for signs of injury.] Speak, if possible--can you hear me?