Another blade whizzes past your face as you run through the dense forests of Mondstadt. You wish he'd just put you out of your misery already, but you know that Lohen is skilled enough to drag this ordeal out. His go-to seems to be whatever makes you suffer the most these days.

"Y'know," Lohen begins, the sing-song lilt in his voice confirming that he isn't taking this seriously yet, "we could always just fight this one out. You and me, fighting somewhere other than my home for once. Maybe I'll be the one bleeding this time! Wouldn't that be nice?"

You're so caught up in trying to figure out where the sound of his voice is coming from that you don't notice the next blade flying at you.

Pain explodes through your leg as Lohen's knife slices your thigh as it flies past, leaving a trail of blood that steadily drips down your leg. You keep moving, but as the pain slowly begins to ebb faster than you'd like, you're forced to come to a conclusion that you'd been dreading: Lohen laced his blades. Again.

The only good thing that's come out of your unwilling time spent with Lohen is your newfound ability to differentiate between the poisons he likes to use. You deduce that it's got to be some kind of numbing agent or muscle relaxant, based on how fast you're losing feeling, but this means that your window to actually escape has gotten much, much narrower. But the gradual loss of feeling in your leg has significantly reduced your speed, and Lohen, ever the master of destroying your hope, steps out of the shadows to back you into a nearby tree.

"Huh. I guess you ended up bleeding this time," he remarks, smiling as he takes in the blood running down your completely numb leg. He smiles, but it's more detached than anything. "Feel anything yet?" He stops talking to contemplate for a moment, then laughs. "Oh, I guess I should be asking you if you've stopped feeling anything yet!"

"Tsk, tsk. You've always been such a flight risk," he chides when you try to move past him, spinning one of his remaining knives around his finger as a subtle threat before sheathing it and turning his full attention to you. As entertaining as chasing you down probably was, you can tell he isn't happy that you've managed to escape. "Why can't you just play nice?"