electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Hey now - I spend plenty of time with my weapons, I'll have you know," Danta barks back with a scoff of laughter, before he's accepting the daggers from the Sword with a murmur of gratitude and stepping back to give him a little more room to manoeuvre. The shot, however Deimos might feel about it, does have a few of the Fae onlookers clapping - clearly they haven't been able to hit that target yet in tonight's (drunken) practice.
"All right, let's see," Danta mumbles, tilting his head and weighing the knife in his hands; it's much better balanced than anything he'd beggared from the Fae, and so already he's feeling more confident. He also gives himself a leg up so to speak, jumping lightly into the air and then dart!ing - that is to say, teleporting precisely 1ft higher - before unleashing the blade. The assistance, fair or not, at least has him striking the target next to Deimos.
"That's more like it!" He grins.
"All right, let's see," Danta mumbles, tilting his head and weighing the knife in his hands; it's much better balanced than anything he'd beggared from the Fae, and so already he's feeling more confident. He also gives himself a leg up so to speak, jumping lightly into the air and then dart!ing - that is to say, teleporting precisely 1ft higher - before unleashing the blade. The assistance, fair or not, at least has him striking the target next to Deimos.
"That's more like it!" He grins.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
