Death on Crimson Wings, Part II
Once he had determined the food was ready, he divided them into three portions--with the largest going to Youmei. The rest he put on a pair of skewers. He handed one to Jian Wu.
“Get any meat juice on my sister and I’ll break every bone in your body.”
“You’re welcome to try.”
“Don’t push me, cripple.”
“We’ll see who’s a cripple once I recover.”
They tossed the occasional quip as they ate, mostly as a means of staving off boredom. There was nothing to do while Huǒ Yulie was unconscious and Jian Wu recovering. That was why they had found this place to hide out. It would be bad if a magical beast discovered them right now.
“I’m still shocked by your power. I had no idea you could teleport us like that.”
“I honestly can’t… as you can see, I injured myself trying. Well, at least I didn’t lose an arm this time. All I suffered from was exhaustion. I suppose that’s an improvement.”
“You lost your arm last time You tried?! But wait! It’s still attached!”