// with our one foot in the grave //
It’s the adrenaline that has him not quite thinking about how heavy his bones feel, how if he didn’t keep moving, the hail and ice still enshrouding the area might make him more akin to a stop motion film. As it stands, the fire that Danta utilizes, helps keep him from sinking down into a statue once again, helping to keep him just mobile enough that the punch lands against the collarbone and he unhooks the cane from the offender’s neck, hissing out a growl as they start to run.
He moves as if to follow them, before realizing he’s frigid, as the adrenaline starts to vanish. Actually trembling from the cold, it takes a great deal of work to keep hold of the cane, and for once it’s actually utilized to keep him upright, leaning against it as his breath chatters through his teeth, dark eyes glaring down at the unconscious ringleader. “C-Can I eat him later th-then?” He chatters, gritting his teeth with another frustrated snarl, drawing closer to Danta’s heat subconsciously. Beneath the gloves, his fingers are certainly a greyish blue, closing sluggishly around the handle of the cane.
He moves as if to follow them, before realizing he’s frigid, as the adrenaline starts to vanish. Actually trembling from the cold, it takes a great deal of work to keep hold of the cane, and for once it’s actually utilized to keep him upright, leaning against it as his breath chatters through his teeth, dark eyes glaring down at the unconscious ringleader. “C-Can I eat him later th-then?” He chatters, gritting his teeth with another frustrated snarl, drawing closer to Danta’s heat subconsciously. Beneath the gloves, his fingers are certainly a greyish blue, closing sluggishly around the handle of the cane.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
