// with our one foot in the grave //
She gets an arm loose, not that Astaroth realizes that entirely at the moment – it isn’t until her voice reaches him that the Butcher’s dark gaze moves from the space he’d been working with. The dark line carved into the creature’s head beads up to the surface and with the scent of iron in the air, Astaroth’s more predatory senses come to the surface. But he is still himself, despite it, and so however reluctant he is to let the creature go, the knife is removed but it provides enough space for both of his hands to find the cane, to keep prying it away from her.
"If you insist." He grits out, and he continues to pry, giving her the opportunity to sear through the flesh with the chakram, to take the kill for herself even if his dark gaze remains glued on it, like should it try to make a go for him he might forgo the entirety of cane and knife and use his teeth instead. He’d had a rock slider shift once upon a time, so he believes he’s got enough of an idea of how much he can and can’t get away with in regards to the beast.
Let alone how many times he’d dealt with them in the past.
"If you insist." He grits out, and he continues to pry, giving her the opportunity to sear through the flesh with the chakram, to take the kill for herself even if his dark gaze remains glued on it, like should it try to make a go for him he might forgo the entirety of cane and knife and use his teeth instead. He’d had a rock slider shift once upon a time, so he believes he’s got enough of an idea of how much he can and can’t get away with in regards to the beast.
Let alone how many times he’d dealt with them in the past.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
