you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"That seems like a fair compromise," Danta murmurs, offering a casual little salute to the other man as he takes his leave. For the Maverick's part, he takes a moment to finish his drink properly, thank the bartender, order Astaroth a new one for when he's finished cleaning house, and button his shirt and waistcoat back up. By this time, of course, the scuffle has broken out and he hears the snarl of a fyrhund rip through the air, and it's enough that Danta finally turns and rises to his feet.
The taller Ancient absolutely has things under his control - no surprise to Danta - and so he approaches only enough to reassure those at the other tables that everything is under control, leaning against an empty booth while the rowdy group of drunkards are escorted firmly from the premises. They don't go quietly, of course, but they do go, and all looks as though it's sorted when a few lances of ice are tossed back towards the fyrhund - and all those behind - as a parting shot.
"Oi," Danta barks out, one of the spears of ice catching him in the shoulder, though an inch to the left and it would have been the neck, so... you know. Luck and all that.
The taller Ancient absolutely has things under his control - no surprise to Danta - and so he approaches only enough to reassure those at the other tables that everything is under control, leaning against an empty booth while the rowdy group of drunkards are escorted firmly from the premises. They don't go quietly, of course, but they do go, and all looks as though it's sorted when a few lances of ice are tossed back towards the fyrhund - and all those behind - as a parting shot.
"Oi," Danta barks out, one of the spears of ice catching him in the shoulder, though an inch to the left and it would have been the neck, so... you know. Luck and all that.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
