// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Taking a deep breath as Asta affirms that he's good to go, Danta grumbles something that might be a curse (but really, who knows), and hefts up the slab as best he can, inching it onto the cart until he's able to relax a little, letting the wooden frame take most of the weight. "For you, of course," he says with a quick smirk at the other man's request, grasping the gemstone and rotating it just so until he's reasonably confident that it will make it onto the cart in one piece.
That done, he quickly ducks around to help the butcher, allowing them to slide the obsidian neatly in place. And hey, Danta's only a little out of breath. "Think that'll hold until we get back to the portal?" He pants, rolling his shoulder and stepping back to look at it properly. "Look at that. Teamwork from you and I, in The Climb. If you listen close you can hear all the statues of the people who knew us spinning."
That done, he quickly ducks around to help the butcher, allowing them to slide the obsidian neatly in place. And hey, Danta's only a little out of breath. "Think that'll hold until we get back to the portal?" He pants, rolling his shoulder and stepping back to look at it properly. "Look at that. Teamwork from you and I, in The Climb. If you listen close you can hear all the statues of the people who knew us spinning."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
