// go get your gun, get your gun //
Twisting toward the snowy treeline, the fyrhund glows a menacing orange and red amongst the black plates — the one at his neck and back cracked and leaking magma as he suddenly sees Sah’s teleporting. Another snarl grows, loudly slipping past his lips still clutching the pendant, and the second he gets his feet about him he notices the glare from Danta.
And just like that, before the adrenaline can crash to show him what was broken, the butcher bolts back into the silent and cold forest, intending to vanish just as quickly as they’d arrived, certain that Danta would be on his heels until they have a chance to get way the fuck out of dodge.
Asta out!
And just like that, before the adrenaline can crash to show him what was broken, the butcher bolts back into the silent and cold forest, intending to vanish just as quickly as they’d arrived, certain that Danta would be on his heels until they have a chance to get way the fuck out of dodge.
Asta out!
Astaroth
// and lets find out what it does //
