Flying Fox Heavenly Sword ((better)) [NEW]

He reversed his grip again, holding the blade flat against his forearm like a fox’s tail. When Wei dove a second time, Li Ming spun—not away, but into the embrace.

“Fool!” Wei hissed, fangs sinking toward Li’s throat. flying fox heavenly sword

“You’ve aged, Ming’er,” said a raspy voice from the shadows. He reversed his grip again, holding the blade

Below is a short, original piece of micro-fiction (approx. 500 words) blending these elements into a cohesive narrative. The blade had no name, but the world called it Heaven’s Tear . He reversed his grip again