Koa
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
Aaaaand of course it goes straight for the scale, ignoring all his food. Koa scowls at the lial, briefly debating stepping in to retrieve the pilfered prize. All the replicable items in his bag, and the monster chooses something which cannot be replicated, something won with sweat and blood.And sugar, we're going down swinging
Except... he hadn't won it, had he? No; he's wearing the scale which he'd earned, crafted into an undershirt and snug against his chest. This scale had come from Edmund, on that chance encounter that honestly Koa is just as happy forgetting. He hadn't performed well then, and now he wonders if it isn't karma, to lose the scale he'd snatched from a retreating foe. Part of him had always thought he'd return it, if he had the chance.
Another part knew that was probably a lie.
What goes around comes around, as they say, and this feels like a balancing of the scales. "Fine. You win," Koa grumbles to the retreating Lial, eyes still watchful and wary as it moves. Like gunmen who have decided not to fire they both continue to back away, Koa never turning his back until the demon in his bloody cavern is far, far out of sight.
Astaroth has stolen from Koa:
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
MothMan Scales | Incredibly lightweight but strong scales that can be crafted by a god into armour or a shield.
[fin! <3]
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
