[Training] give me your fire, give me your fear

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Fuck yourself," Danta snaps, withdrawing the second he's able and casting Asta's cane to one side, leaving him straddled over the other man, dishevelled and covered in dirt (and maybe a bit of the taller Ancient's blood). Touching a hand to his neck and shoulder, he's quietly surprised when he takes back his fingers to find not only that there isn't a sizeable hunk of flesh missing, but he hasn't even broken the skin.

With a furrowed brow and an almost suspicious look down at Asta, the Maverick has the decency to look a touch sheepish, and he gets to his feet and holds out a hand to help him up as well. "Sorry," he mutters. "I've never known you to joke around when it comes to taking a bite out of someone. Might have overreacted a little."

Dantalion