// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Later," Danta says, his tone clipped and uncharacterstically cold as he wields the flame and lances it towards another member of the group, managing to shatter the icy lance he's directed at them into little more than a shower of hail. "You're in no state," he adds, as if the other man might not realise that he's well on his way to stone if not hypothermia at a minimum.
Searing the fire towards the group's feet and aiming a vicious punch to the side of another's head just as their companion's collarbone breaks with a satisfying crunch, it's clear that the loss of their ringleader and the appearance of two Ancients where there ought only to have been one is finally making them think twice.
And if it weren't for present company, Danta might be the one cawing for meat! and eyes! as they start to make a run for it. Instead the Maverick is left with a rather dangerous look on his face, using his boot against the (still unconscious) ringleader's jaw to turn him this way and that, getting a good look at him. "We still have a jail here, you know," he says, almost conversationally.
Searing the fire towards the group's feet and aiming a vicious punch to the side of another's head just as their companion's collarbone breaks with a satisfying crunch, it's clear that the loss of their ringleader and the appearance of two Ancients where there ought only to have been one is finally making them think twice.
And if it weren't for present company, Danta might be the one cawing for meat! and eyes! as they start to make a run for it. Instead the Maverick is left with a rather dangerous look on his face, using his boot against the (still unconscious) ringleader's jaw to turn him this way and that, getting a good look at him. "We still have a jail here, you know," he says, almost conversationally.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
