It all happened fast. Too fast.

Bi-Han was blinded by anger, unable to grasp what he was doing. By the time his mind came back to him, there was nothing to do - Nothing that could repair the impending damage.

The sound was sickening. Ice crackling as it formed. A horrid sound of tearing, both of clothing and flesh. A choked, horrified gasp, and a cry of "KUAI LIANG!" from a man well-known but unaccepted by the Grandmaster.

Bi-Han's body moved on its own. Before he could process it, he had his fallen brother held close, his face partially buried into his hair. His eyes could do nothing but stare blankly ahead. His expression, although partially hidden by a lower-face mask, conveyed an unmistakable anguish.

Never, not once, had he been stricken by bloodshed; he could never be so, as a Lin Kuei. Not until now.