electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Dygra would be throwing a lot worse than snowballs," Danta growls - as Asta turns and the kids begin to run, the Maverick is also hightailing it behind a nearby building, forced to trudge through the snow much more than he'd like in order to succeed. But hey, he nails one of the children with his snowball, so it's all good, right?
And by the sound of the uproar behind the snowbank, Asta has succeeded as well.
From his hiding spot, Danta is busy making more ammo, and has a decent pile of snowballs ready to fling despite the way his hands are growing numb from it. "Maea said there were Longnight monsters here once," he pants, nipping out of cover to fling a few shots at their opponents. "Beginning to hope they're still around. Might eat these little bastards."
And by the sound of the uproar behind the snowbank, Asta has succeeded as well.
From his hiding spot, Danta is busy making more ammo, and has a decent pile of snowballs ready to fling despite the way his hands are growing numb from it. "Maea said there were Longnight monsters here once," he pants, nipping out of cover to fling a few shots at their opponents. "Beginning to hope they're still around. Might eat these little bastards."
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
