// go get your gun, get your gun //
Having no good ability to actually dodge anything in the middle of his jump, the fyrhund is forced to take the brunt of the fist that comes flying at him, crackling with all kinds of electric woes. But he feels the chain of the mageglass between his teeth and he clamps down harder to not lose the pendant portion as the first slams into his neck, cracking something within it — though he doesn’t have the time to register what exactly it was.
It’s a smoky snarl that leaves him as he lands, dropping into a low growl, and as Danta sends the fire he casts an orange glance toward the Maverick with the chain dangling from between his jaws as if a signal to go. It’s that split second that has him already starting to move away, notably a touch slower than he had been arriving, only because the punch fucking hurt.
But ah, at the end of the day, he’s had much worse. And with the prize in between his teeth, he’s ready to get the fuck out of here.
It’s a smoky snarl that leaves him as he lands, dropping into a low growl, and as Danta sends the fire he casts an orange glance toward the Maverick with the chain dangling from between his jaws as if a signal to go. It’s that split second that has him already starting to move away, notably a touch slower than he had been arriving, only because the punch fucking hurt.
But ah, at the end of the day, he’s had much worse. And with the prize in between his teeth, he’s ready to get the fuck out of here.
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
