so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Oh, he expects it, but that doesn’t mean he can dodge it quite as nimbly as the thinner, shorter man. The second Asta starts to step down from his missed kick and Isar begins to move, sliding under the leg with the knife aimed up, there’s the sound of torn fabric and the hitch of breath followed by the cut sliced into his thigh. It’s a hitch of breath paired with a dark laugh, half unfeeling, half manic as he feels the blood start to drip from the wound.
His leg plants on the ground and he grins a too sharp grin at Isar, before abandoning the cane and giving into more of the fighting style that his Whitebrim had, choosing to utilize the fact that Isar was on the ground already to try to tackle him down and pin him down, sharp teeth ready to take a bite.
His leg plants on the ground and he grins a too sharp grin at Isar, before abandoning the cane and giving into more of the fighting style that his Whitebrim had, choosing to utilize the fact that Isar was on the ground already to try to tackle him down and pin him down, sharp teeth ready to take a bite.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
