Assaults

"Alright, guys, soup," Lin Hua gave the command.

The two undead followed.

But the seer is a bitch who bounces back fast.

So, I suppose he did not follow the command in a sense.

"Soup because that's all you can, how shameful," remarked the seer. "You lack basic survivability measures," he nodded his head.

"Shut up and eat," Lin Hua scorned.

"You mean drink; I see no solids in the pot," the seer corrected.

"I cooked this while you were dead zoning."

"I set up two tents while I was dead zoning; you could not chop and chuck veggies."

This exchange led to a staredown. The one to get his eyes off would be the one guilty.

"You simply can't win; you lack the patience, little one," Lin Hua trash-talked with confidence like she was the obvious victor.

"Ha, fine, you win; I lack the patience," the seer gave up, lowering his head and scratching the back of his neck.

He leaped forward and pulled Lin Hua into his arms.