Desperate times called for desperate measures! Flipping up the broom, Di Tou let out another stroke, this time passing over his own body as well. Feeling the cool feelings of the bristles passing over his skin, and feeling his robe fade into pieces, Di Tou also felt that over sixty percent of those thin 'hairs' had disappeared, but alas, a good forty percent remained. Who knew what sort of thing Old Wa made those hairs out of, they were quite durable!
And at this point, Di Tou no longer had time to dodge out of the way or prevent any more hairs from arriving! With a slight stinging chill, the first one landed on his skin, and the next, and the next…
