Dropping from the thick, moss-draped branches like twin coils of living, emerald-green lightning were Shé Yì and Shé Èr.
They were in their half-beast forms, their skin dusted with shimmering, venomous scales, their slit-pupils glowing in the dim light.
"Going somewhere...?" Shé Yì hissed softly, landing silently in front of the assassin, completely blocking the path to the river.
"Without saying goodbye...?" Shé Èr finished seamlessly, dropping directly behind the assassin, sealing off any hope of retreat.
The assassin drew his bone dagger with a trembling hand. "Get out of my way, you scaled freaks! You have no idea whose wrath you are bringing upon this pathetic village!"
Shé Yì tilted his head, a slow, incredibly creepy smile spreading across his face, revealing his elongated, venom-dripping fangs.
"We love wrath," Shé Yì whispered.
"It tastes like mama's food," Shé Èr added cheerfully.
