// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Perhaps I am just invested in our new shrine, like you are," Danta purrs; if nothing else, after all, the Maverick has always been a devout follower of Dygra. Stretching his arms above his head (having leant his pickaxe nearby), he nods at Asta's suggestion, watching with no small amount of interest as the other man manoeuvres the slab of obsidian. Clearly, he likes what he sees. "Alright - shout if you need me," he calls after him, taking up the pickaxe once more as the butcher trots away on a fyrhund's paws.
Able to chip out the spike of obsidian he'd seen earlier in more than good time before Asta returns, the other man will find him crouched beside the obsidian as he returns with the cart, straightening up only when he rolls it nearby. "Alright, time to pretend either of us is made for heavy lifting," he says with a dark laugh. Setting the gemstone spike next to the sack of ruby clusters, Danta grasps his side of the slab and braces himself. "Whenever you're ready."
Able to chip out the spike of obsidian he'd seen earlier in more than good time before Asta returns, the other man will find him crouched beside the obsidian as he returns with the cart, straightening up only when he rolls it nearby. "Alright, time to pretend either of us is made for heavy lifting," he says with a dark laugh. Setting the gemstone spike next to the sack of ruby clusters, Danta grasps his side of the slab and braces himself. "Whenever you're ready."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
