No heightened senses are necessary to hear Di Feisheng's rapid and soggy approach behind him, and is it just his imagination or do those footfalls sound absolutely furious? The more favorable terrain of the forest is almost within reach and Li Lianhua puts everything he's got left into a sprint, feeling his abused lungs burn and his heart hammer in his veins. And of course he tries to evade, can't help it really, but it's barely more than a stagger to the side at this point, far too easy for Di Feisheng to compensate for.

At the abrupt and unavoidable end of his escape, he lets out a slightly startled and very offended yelp before slumping back into his captor's grip, without which he honestly probably wouldn't be standing anymore right now. His breath is a painful wheeze and his vision is dizzying but he offers up a directionless flail of an arm anyway, as if trying to shrug off the cloak, though Di Feisheng has got his claw all the way into his inner robes.

"Di-M-- Hey! Di Feisheng! Aren't you debasing yourself, fighting like this?" He makes no eye contact with the device nor with the possibility that Fang Duobing heard any of that. Besides, he's a little busy struggling to suppress a coughing fit before it can get away from him, his vague gesturing taking on the quality of a fish dying on land. But sure, killing him would be faster. Not to mention less embarrassing for everyone.