Zilong didn't expect that Ling, who he had lived with for more than 7 years in the dragon altar and then became one of Oriental fighters, would turn out to be a traitor... Will he be able to fight against someone he considers almost his own brother?
Explanation: Weidan - fictional name for the Great Dragon (Weida from chinese "Greatness")
In the Cadia Riverlands there was a strong and incessant downpour...
Near the well-known sky arch, a man lay almost motionless. You might think he was dead, but that wasn't the goal of who came him.
"You are not as strong as they say, Zilong..."
Came the cold and calm voice of the blond man who stood proudly before the warrior he had defeated, deftly wiping the blood from his blade.
"You are weak. After all, your personal whims do not allow you to even lay a finger on me. You only fight back, but you don't attack..."
Suddenly, the Cyan Finch leans towards the brown-haired, grabbing him by the red Cape with its dark, clawed hand and lifting him off the ground. The killer's coolness was gone , replaced by anger, no, even rage. He was so angry that you could hear his teeth grinding.
"It pisses me off! Terribly annoying! Weidan chose you because of that vile feeling of pity?! I don't need this! You thought you'd do better by giving in to me?! I know what you're capable of, damn you! If I kill you, no one will stop Yu Zhong, but you still won't fight me to the full! Your beloved mentor and the entire Cadia are under threat, why don't you even try to scratch me with a damn spear?! ANSWER me!"
"I can't hurt someone I consider a close person..."
The brown - haired man answers him hoarsely and quietly, looking the guy in his bright amber eyes.
"I left Weidan, became a Cyan Finch, joined the Black Dragon, betrayed the Oriental fighters, and eventually became THIS. And after that, you consider me a close person?!"
"Yes, I think so..."
The man only replies, even smiling softly through the pain in response, which only angered his interlocutor. Ling throws his aside, causing him to fall to the ground again, and he himself, already firmly grasping the hilt of the blade, slowly approached the brown-haired. Now everything will be decided. Who is destined to live and who is destined to die.
"Before I cut your throat... Last words, Zilong..."
The Finch said calmly. There was no trace of his rage, just a cold, grim expression on his face. The face of a true killer... He slowly approaches the guy, still not doubting. He doesn't even need to aim - Zilong won't be able to move because of his wounds, which means he's doomed to certain death. But the asassin's hand... start shaking?
The fighter remained silent, only looking at Ling. He's changed so much over the years... Was this the same Ling that he had been training with all day?... And is it worth it now...
"What, you won't say anything? Don't you have anything to say to me, Zilong?"
He asks, already swinging his sword at It, but his hand still trembled weakly.
"Then don't regret not saying anything when you were dying, okay?"
"I -" the brown-eyed begins abruptly, looking down as if hesitating to speak, but finally he finishes the sentence that made the Finch stand up in a stupor.
"I love you, Ling..."
Swing of the blade and... the wood crack? The killer didn't hit zilong's head, but a tree that zilong was barely leaning on, staring at Him in shock. There was a lot of emotion on his face, which is quite surprising for Ling, because he usually tries to stick to the image of a calm and cold Cyan Finch. Anger, shock, indifference, even a certain sadness - and all on one pale face of the guy, which was covered with dark purple dragon scales.
"W-what?..."
The Finch's voice faltered treacherously, causing him to grin slightly at the end of his sentence.
"I like you. Not as a friend, not as a brother..."
The dragonborn decides to clarify, without turning his eyes away from the killer, because he knows from childhood that the blond is angry when Zilong turns away during a conversation.
The Finch firmly grasped the hilt of the blade, sharply pulling it down to the enemy's neck, thereby slightly cutting the skin, letting out blood, which caused Yun Zhao to bite his lips in pain, closing his eyes. Ling looked furios.
"You expect me to believe that?! How are you... How could you even fall in love with me?!"
He asks Oriental Fighter, driving his sword deeper into his neck. Zilong in response screams in pain and grabs the blade of the blade with his hand, trying to push it away,but only cuts through his fingers, which is why he pulls her away. Seeing this reaction, the blond grins, but does not cut him neck further. His hand was already visibly shaking. Zilong had noticed this a long time ago, but he didn't say it out loud.
"I thought it was an ordinary attachment... but later I re..."
"Shut up..." the Cyan Finch interrupts sharply. "Just. shut. up... I don't know why you said that, if you were trying to fool me that way, you didn't succeed..."
"I can see your hands are shaking, Ling..."
"I told you to keep quiet... Just because my hands are shaking doesn't mean I won't kill you."
"I've been with you for seven years, Ling... And over the past seven years, I've learned when you're nervous, angry, or happy... And right now, you're nervous. You're nervous because Zhong told you to do something you can't - kill me."
"Want to check it out?!"
Ling jerks the sword out of the brown-haired man's neck, swinging again.
"Ling?..."
A familiar female voice comes from behind Finch, causing him to immediately turn around... see Wanwan and Baxia. Tiger looked at him with a certain shock, and the Turtle with a certain disapproving look.
"What are you... You on the side of... Zhong?..."
On the face of blond appeared along a kind of shock, but after, that person was replaced by absolute indifference. He straighten its purple wings sharply on its back, leaping onto a branch of one of the trees.. Finally, he turned around again, but this time in Zhao's direction, looking at his face. He looked at him... concerned? Even with... sadness?
"I'll be back. And this time, you won't be saved, Yun... Even The Great Dragon..."
The tigress and the Mystic Turtle immediately rushed to Zilong. Wanwan tried to bind up the wound on her neck so that it would stop bleeding, but in vain - the blood continued to flow from the wound.
"Zilong! ZILONG! Zilong, please, respond!"
It's the last thing Zhao heard before finally losing consciousness. But the last thing he saw was the dark silhouette of a Cyan Finch that soared into the air.
And then - darkness.
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