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

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

"And you're slow," Danta retorts, because predictable or not, it's worked, and he'll never deny himself a win. Feeling a smug sense of satisfaction at being able to knock the other man on his ass, his attempt to pin Asta down and end this early is - naturally - made a little more difficult by that fucking cane again, and the Maverick has to resist the urge to try and bite it in half.

Instead, snapping his teeth and abruptly rolling away, the taller man will only be given a second of reprieve; Danta is already scooping up a handful of dirt and dust and leaves, trying to toss it into Asta's face before bullrushing him a second time. But he's ready now, aiming to try and wrangle the cane out of the other man's hands for good if he can get him flat on the ground.

Dantalion