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

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

The smell of blood and dirt in the air is the sort of perfume Danta can really get behind, and although he'll have a bruise on his forehead to show for it, he'll consider it more than worthwhile. Still, while he's a little dazed, he expects the other man to lurch backwards rather than in closer, and so it's with a softly confused expression that he's more or less a sitting duck as the taller Ancient fastens his teeth around him.

Swearing his surprise, the Maverick huffs out a laugh and tries to free his legs that he might fasten them tightly around Astaroth's waist. "Kinky," he quips. "Joke's on you though, I'm into that shit." Gritting his teeth, he tries to roll them over and switch their positions, though he doesn't know the other man is only aiming to bruise, so it's quite a vicious strike that he aims at Asta's temple as a result.

Dantalion