[ Hei doesn't trust Zaheer's stillness. Doesn't trust that resounding peace about him, especially after what he's learnt about the Red Lotus' raison d'etre. The idea of chaos as a representation of free will, ultimate empowerment and self-determinism ... It might've appealed to Amber, who thrived in chaos, but who also possessed a method to her madness. She was the one who'd explained to Hei, long ago, that order might underlie chaos, but within chaos, there is order. To tip the scales toward either extreme jeopardizes all balance. ]
[ Life with chaos might be fair, but it would would be fairly bad. And while life with order might be unfair, it is unfairly better. ]
[ All things considered, Hei is convinced that Zaheer is a special brand of insane. ]
[ Insane or not, he'a aiming to get the man's attention. To succeed, he needs to do some damage to his reputed lover. ]
[ At Chekov's words, Hei regards him for a moment -- a gaze of both blank focus and cold-hot precision. Scanning the boy's face, smart enough to search for any hesitation, trusting enough of his abilities to want to believe none is there, insightful enough to see that none is. In a brief flicker of nostalgia, he thinks: Same old go-getter. ]
[ Then he nods, and says, ]
Aim for her left. That's her blind spot. Fire before she has a chance to focus on you.
[ By which time, Hei will already have made his move. ]
[ There is nothing else to discuss. One quick signal, then he's racing into the blazing-red fray. A zigzag maneuvering, followed by a sharp thrust with his weapon like a pole-vaulter, all accomplished in smooth sync, like gears in a precision timepiece. Closing in on P'Li, between the lulls of each explosion, ready for Chekov to make his move. ]
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Date: 2014-08-28 11:51 pm (UTC)[ Life with chaos might be fair, but it would would be fairly bad. And while life with order might be unfair, it is unfairly better. ]
[ All things considered, Hei is convinced that Zaheer is a special brand of insane. ]
[ Insane or not, he'a aiming to get the man's attention. To succeed, he needs to do some damage to his reputed lover. ]
[ At Chekov's words, Hei regards him for a moment -- a gaze of both blank focus and cold-hot precision. Scanning the boy's face, smart enough to search for any hesitation, trusting enough of his abilities to want to believe none is there, insightful enough to see that none is. In a brief flicker of nostalgia, he thinks: Same old go-getter. ]
[ Then he nods, and says, ]
Aim for her left. That's her blind spot. Fire before she has a chance to focus on you.
[ By which time, Hei will already have made his move. ]
[ There is nothing else to discuss. One quick signal, then he's racing into the blazing-red fray. A zigzag maneuvering, followed by a sharp thrust with his weapon like a pole-vaulter, all accomplished in smooth sync, like gears in a precision timepiece. Closing in on P'Li, between the lulls of each explosion, ready for Chekov to make his move. ]