What Might
His body was already moving before Hao Xuan could really understand what was going on.
"I have to go," he threw out the words while leaping into the air.
He was completely spent just moments ago but somehow found a second wind to ride towards the source of the disturbance.
Two steps to the right and one to the left, then two steps to the left and one to the right. Every third step he took landed on nothing but empty air but somehow Hao Xuan managed to jump off of it as if it was solid ground.
He seamlessly alternated between them and from afar it looked like a strange kind of ritualistic dance because of its peculiar rhythm.
And he wasn't even doing it on purpose. It was more instinct than conscious thought, his subconscious mind utilizing the countless lifetimes' worth of knowledge that had accumulated within his memories to pull out the movement technique that best served him in this moment of need.