Clang!
A Taoist wearing a bright yellow robe, with blood still at the corner of his mouth, burst through the decrepit wooden door of the Taoist temple, stumbling inside. He hadn't taken two steps before he collapsed to the ground.
The person on his back also rolled on the ground twice due to the impact, coughing violently.
The man in the robe bit his finger, drew a talisman in blood on his palm, and swung around to strike the surroundings. A flame scattered from his hand into blossoms of fire, spreading in all directions, lighting up the dim Taoist temple.
The brightness from the flames brought relief to the Taoist, and only then did he turn to the person beside him, "Taoist Wang, how are you?"
The person who had rolled away coughed a few times, propped up his upper body, seemingly attempting to stand fully, but his gnawed, tattered legs told him that was clearly impossible.