his regular sword and powers don't work, and when xichen thinks back to what the professor says, something about the yule tide, using specific kinds of energy... maybe there's a way to make these weapons better? it's hard to focus on warm & fuzzy memories of his childhood while being swarmed by the months and the bugs, but damn if xichen doesn't try and see if he can make his next shot stronger.
he readies a shot to fire off at the next nasty thing that gets close to him. he hopes it works, because the only other thing he can think of is, ] If only we had fire.
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his regular sword and powers don't work, and when xichen thinks back to what the professor says, something about the yule tide, using specific kinds of energy... maybe there's a way to make these weapons better? it's hard to focus on warm & fuzzy memories of his childhood while being swarmed by the months and the bugs, but damn if xichen doesn't try and see if he can make his next shot stronger.
he readies a shot to fire off at the next nasty thing that gets close to him. he hopes it works, because the only other thing he can think of is, ] If only we had fire.