[ Using that method, they manage to cut through the jianshi horde until all that was left were slabs of undead flesh, frozen solid. Jack exhales, feeling the Wind curl around both he and Finnick, silently inquiring if they were all right. ]
Yeah, Wind. I think we're okay.
[ His grip relaxed slightly on his staff, half turning to pose the same question to Finnick before remembering that the older one couldn't hear him. So instead he drew a new question mark on the ground. ]
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Yeah, Wind. I think we're okay.
[ His grip relaxed slightly on his staff, half turning to pose the same question to Finnick before remembering that the older one couldn't hear him. So instead he drew a new question mark on the ground. ]
Looks like we did it.