// go get your gun, get your gun //
Oh. Comes the first thought. The second shortly after is oh fuck.
Because they are very much prepared for him this time, and as they turn as if in fucking unison (he wonders if they’ve been practicing like a little college frat club) does Astaroth realize he’s quite possibly fucked and maybe shouldn’t have left the cane behind. And despite the heat running through his blood, Astaroth had not quite been level headed enough to realize that maybe he shouldn’t just immediately announce his presence to let them single him out like they are.
It's too late, though, because the ice starts to encase and freeze parts of him, his otherwise quick movement shifting toward a sluggish temperature, but he manages to breathe out the fire in a snarl that has his front paws loosening up. It’s enough that he tries to swipe at the nearest ice conjurer, spitting flame at him as he does so in case his now cold paws miss.
Because they are very much prepared for him this time, and as they turn as if in fucking unison (he wonders if they’ve been practicing like a little college frat club) does Astaroth realize he’s quite possibly fucked and maybe shouldn’t have left the cane behind. And despite the heat running through his blood, Astaroth had not quite been level headed enough to realize that maybe he shouldn’t just immediately announce his presence to let them single him out like they are.
It's too late, though, because the ice starts to encase and freeze parts of him, his otherwise quick movement shifting toward a sluggish temperature, but he manages to breathe out the fire in a snarl that has his front paws loosening up. It’s enough that he tries to swipe at the nearest ice conjurer, spitting flame at him as he does so in case his now cold paws miss.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
