Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
It was a silent agreement they both could get behind - only because the butcher tended to focus on studying an opponent to visualize weaknesses. That, and due to his namesake and his proclivities, he tends to know where is best to aim for maximum pain. That isn’t the theme here, though, it’s simply a matter of trying to keep the gloves on his person, even if they were certainly molded for Deimos’ hands rather than his own. The grip on the cane is strong enough to make the extra length in the fingers seem unnoticeable as he prepares.
“Good to know.” He hums, flashing a grin that’s still too sharp, but making a mental note to not utilize his bloodbane unless absolutely necessary (unsure how much it would take out of him to try and take a notch out of Deimos in the process).
Before he can say anything else, the ground begins to move, the volcanic earth beneath his feet shifting and maneuvering like a self contained earthquake and it just so happens (thanks to the luck of the gloves without him realizing what exactly they did), that it did keep the butcher mostly upright. The cane snaps out to land hard in the ground, leaning on it as he twists and moves surprisingly quick for a man of his height (though he doesn’t have the bulk to back it up). Trying to get his feet under him on ground that isn’t still moving, he sparks fire from his hands as a dark laugh chuckles out of him, sending a wave of it across the air between them and hopefully close enough to get into Deimos’ comfort zone.
“Good to know.” He hums, flashing a grin that’s still too sharp, but making a mental note to not utilize his bloodbane unless absolutely necessary (unsure how much it would take out of him to try and take a notch out of Deimos in the process).
Before he can say anything else, the ground begins to move, the volcanic earth beneath his feet shifting and maneuvering like a self contained earthquake and it just so happens (thanks to the luck of the gloves without him realizing what exactly they did), that it did keep the butcher mostly upright. The cane snaps out to land hard in the ground, leaning on it as he twists and moves surprisingly quick for a man of his height (though he doesn’t have the bulk to back it up). Trying to get his feet under him on ground that isn’t still moving, he sparks fire from his hands as a dark laugh chuckles out of him, sending a wave of it across the air between them and hopefully close enough to get into Deimos’ comfort zone.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
