/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Adrenaline does quite a lot for the butcher, these days, and despite the way the man dodges out of the fiery grip and begins to spread his cold draining mist, Astaroth’s grin only broadens in an even more feral aspect. To combat the cold, the fires rage even further from some unnamed patron in the back, rivaling the cold that threatens to descend, and as Maea pricks herself for the bloodboon, there’s a sense of rejuvenation.
Maea collapses but Astaroth’s focus is entirely on the fox haired man, the fire he’s got control of swirls around him in an effort to add more mobility, and he immediately reaches into a pocket to withdraw one of a few knives, launching it at the fox haired man to hopefully distract him from continuing the icy gale. And hopefully it distracts him enough for the immediate rush by the butcher, hands wreathed in fire, grabbing at the offender’s shirt, a swift kick in the process to the offender’s knee, hoping to brand and burn to force him down and twist him so his back is to the butcher. Astaroth has the height to help with it, and a surprising amount of muscle throughout to make it work.
Sharp teeth remain on display the closer the butcher gets, and with the commotion, metal handcuffs appear in a now non fiery hand, clasping around the fox haired man’s wrist.
Maea collapses but Astaroth’s focus is entirely on the fox haired man, the fire he’s got control of swirls around him in an effort to add more mobility, and he immediately reaches into a pocket to withdraw one of a few knives, launching it at the fox haired man to hopefully distract him from continuing the icy gale. And hopefully it distracts him enough for the immediate rush by the butcher, hands wreathed in fire, grabbing at the offender’s shirt, a swift kick in the process to the offender’s knee, hoping to brand and burn to force him down and twist him so his back is to the butcher. Astaroth has the height to help with it, and a surprising amount of muscle throughout to make it work.
Sharp teeth remain on display the closer the butcher gets, and with the commotion, metal handcuffs appear in a now non fiery hand, clasping around the fox haired man’s wrist.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
