The quick action had certainly taken Minshan by surprise. His eyes widening as he jumped back almost immediately in response to the abrupt attack. The boy most certainly was agile, that there was no denying. And Minshan had to admit he genuinely was not expecting it.
But it would take more than a surprise launch to take him down. He had his own experiences on the battlefield, after all. Years of compensating and struggling despite the belittling of his comrades left him with the constant urge to better himself, to surpass all those who ever ignored or bullied him. He no longer was the young boy stuck surviving in a war despite others' disdainful glares or resentful judgment. He was no longer the scared cultivator confined behind enemy lines toiling in their labor camps.
He was Sect Leader Su Minshan, founder of the Muling Su sect. He earned that position; no, he made that position with his own hard work and constant struggle. He wasn't one forced to fight the front lines anymore. No, he was now the one who helped run the wars. He was the one who commanded. And he got there because of his own capabilities.
Capabilities that he now lashed out towards the soldier that had made the first move.
Ducking low, he used the momentum to his advantage. Swooping in to grapple his hands under Wufei, attempting to lift the boy upwards with his superior height and body mass. Surely this child would not be so difficult to flip over into the sand.
What a beautiful tag :')
But it would take more than a surprise launch to take him down. He had his own experiences on the battlefield, after all. Years of compensating and struggling despite the belittling of his comrades left him with the constant urge to better himself, to surpass all those who ever ignored or bullied him. He no longer was the young boy stuck surviving in a war despite others' disdainful glares or resentful judgment. He was no longer the scared cultivator confined behind enemy lines toiling in their labor camps.
He was Sect Leader Su Minshan, founder of the Muling Su sect. He earned that position; no, he made that position with his own hard work and constant struggle. He wasn't one forced to fight the front lines anymore. No, he was now the one who helped run the wars. He was the one who commanded. And he got there because of his own capabilities.
Capabilities that he now lashed out towards the soldier that had made the first move.
Ducking low, he used the momentum to his advantage. Swooping in to grapple his hands under Wufei, attempting to lift the boy upwards with his superior height and body mass. Surely this child would not be so difficult to flip over into the sand.