The Death Rite Bird clearly had not expected Zhao Si to have such an unusual way of attacking. To avoid being hit by "Stars of Ruin," it changed direction, circling around the cliff, which also brought the Spirit Spear bombardment to a halt.
"Why don't I know any moves that cool?" Zhao Si stopped firing, his eyes locked on the Death Rite Bird.
Flying Rabbit very sensibly ran off to one side, staying out of the fight between man and monster. If necessary, it would join the battle too, carrying its master into the sky to fight.
A knight's fighting strength multiplied when he was mounted. There was a considerable difference between mounted and dismounted combat.
For now, Zhao Si did not want to kill the Death Rite Bird, because he wanted it to lead him to something connected to the Land of the Dead.
The Death Rite Bird clearly had no idea what Zhao Si was thinking. They could not even communicate through language.
But perhaps Ghostflame would work. Zhao Si wreathed the Godskin Stitcher in Ghostflame and raised it high. "Hey, see this? Some of the things you can do... I can do too. Can't we talk?"
Of course, they could not.
If effective communication were possible in the Lands Between, eighty percent of its problems could be resolved with words. Perhaps everyone preferred swords to words.
Trailing Ghostflame, the Death Rite Bird traced an arc through the air and came charging back.
Zhao Si raised the Glintstone Thompson and fired at the Death Rite Bird's wings, hoping to shoot it down.
The first time he had encountered a Death Rite Bird, Bagralim and the others had killed it together. Now Zhao Si was alone, but he was no longer the man he had been.
This time, Ghostflame