one scratch of kunai blade still feels fresh against his cheek despite it being such long centuries . last time with hanzo the man died on the ground full of his own blood , his and his clan's , wife and child frozen , if he had heard the cries of a baby in the crib inside she's be DEAD too but unfortunately the luck was on hanzo's side .
this time the blade falls on the exact same place it scratched before , the force of it tilting his face harshly to left .
a pause in their battle , a historical moment perhaps . the smirk he gives hanzo is just akin to that day . usually , bi han doesn't speak when he's sparring but he's too tempted . too tempted to hurt a man by simply mentioning a frozen woman . his left arm was burnt , he couldn't slowly but surely see the end of his fight but death didn't scare him . failure did .
❛ getting nostalgic , hanzo ? ❜ mask muffles his voice , it's getting harder to breathe but it doesn't matter now . ❛ ice , family , my scarred cheek . ❜ regret doesn't come for warriors like him , the ones that killing and killing has become only way of surviving . he can't start to explain anything to hanzo now , the angry man couldn't kend an ear to his reasoning that won't bring his family back . he knows , better than anyone here . so he doesn't explain , he pretends to enjoy it , and he does , only the growing anger in pyromancer's eyes . the way he recalls agony . ❛ here i thought you have changed . ❜