moral of the story is, i will gut you if i need to
i will carve my way out
She’s getting faster with the transformations, but this is the first time she’s ever tried to use her appearance manipulation for something closer to camouflage. It makes it harder to concentrate on sustaining her magic as she fights - and that’s exactly why it’s so exhilarating. Her stamina and concentration alike are put to the test as her knee lands low and fire sparks near her feet, forcing her to bounce back on the balls of her feet like a prowling cat as heat nips and stings at her bare ankles.
Hotaru doesn’t stop moving. Couldn’t if she tried, restless and hungry for violence. Claws half-shifting - a muted ivory in the blood-dark cavern, beyond the influence of her magic - she lunges back toward Astaroth with a swiping swing toward his hip. There’s no need for weapons here, and certainly no desire on her end. She wants to make him bleed with her bare hands. Just a little, of course.
Hotaru doesn’t stop moving. Couldn’t if she tried, restless and hungry for violence. Claws half-shifting - a muted ivory in the blood-dark cavern, beyond the influence of her magic - she lunges back toward Astaroth with a swiping swing toward his hip. There’s no need for weapons here, and certainly no desire on her end. She wants to make him bleed with her bare hands. Just a little, of course.
with only my teeth
HOTARU
