|Continuing my #Mulan tale for @DysMalLexia's contest: Mulan was appalled at the difference between the human's condition and that of the tiger. She didn't know what was responsible, never suspecting that it might be the presence of herself and the Jade Lotus. Still, almost instinctively, Mulan was brought to inspect Shang's injury. The claw slashes had sealed over, raggedly, and were hot, red, and puffy. That had to be remedied, and soon. Taking the razor edge of the Sword of the Heroine, Mulan deftly sliced open the infected sores. Li Shang woke with a start, as bloody fluid ran down his arm, but he began to regain a healthier skin tone and his breathing evened out. The fever was breaking. The Captain’s eyes narrowed as he struggled to focus in the dim light. Mulan was not sure he was entirely lucid yet.
“You!” Shang hissed. “The traitor! You turned on me in favor of… that beast!” (cont)