Wei Ying isn't far behind, shooing everyone to go, fast! before shooting off after her girlfriend. 

"You bitch," he hisses when the two of them come face to face. 

Fuck.

Instead of dignifying that with a response, she conjures her qugin from her sleeves and strikes a chord at him, trying to knock him from his sword.

He ducks under her chord and tries to ram into her. 

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELYNOT. 

Wei Ying rams into him instead, tackling him off of both their swords, holding him under her so that he takes the brunt of the impact when they hit the ground, then rolls off him and to the side when he tries to spear her by calling his sword. 

PANIC

Wei Ying shouldn't be near him that's wrong and bad - Wen Xu being alive is also wrong and bad, she needs to fix both of these things - 

Lan Zhan drops to the ground at Wei Ying's side, Bichen brandished to block any further strikes. "Wen Xu."

He rises to his feet, coughing and unsteady from having the breath knocked out of him when he hit the ground. 

(Suibian smacks into Wei Ying's outstretched hand.)

"You may surrender." Wen Xu probably retains more tactical information than his brother. It would be irresponsible to kill him first simply because of her own inclinations.

He snarls and lunges at her. 

She twirls away and sweeps Bichen at his legs, cutting into the back of his knee. "Surrender."

Blood gushes out of the wound like it had from the Lan disciples he had sliced open. He clutches at his leg and gasps, "I surrender, I surrender!" 

She doesn't sheathe Bichen. She raises two fingers and point them at him, closing her eyes in concentration. Blue light shines from her fingertips and strips of fabric wind tightly around his wound. Unlike the innocent people he murdered, Wen Xu is not going to bleed out. Yet. "Wei Ying, take his sword."

"Gladly." 

She takes his sword and smiles thinly at him. "Well. If you're very, very lucky, maybe you'll get to see your brother again." 

"One minute more," she murmurs to Wei Ying, still staunching the blood.

She nods and starts binding his wrists. 

And eventually: "Done."

Lan Zhan puts Bichen in the air to mount and reaches to shove Wen Xu onto the sword before her.

He stumbles, handling his injury with monumentally less grace than she had handled the broken leg he gave her, but stays upright. 

"Pathetic bastards, the lot of you, without your swarms of minions," Wei Ying scoffs, staying glued to Lan Zhan's side as the two zoom off to catch up with the rest of the erstwhile hostages. 

Wen Xu glares at her but remains silent. 

He Had Fucking Better.

Standing this close to Wen Xu makes her skin crawl and then go numb, but it's far better than him sharing a sword with Wei Ying. At least Lan Zhan can stay upright on her own sword, this escape.

"Let's make someone else take him when we get back to the others," Wei Ying murmurs. 

"It is no problem."

"Pretty sure lying is against the rules."