run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Not minding whether Thal participates too much in this attack, the butcher’s fairly confident it won’t last that much longer. The whip portion of the blade lunges out, slicing and snagging across the river star’s center – purple and dark inky blood begins to leak from the wound, splattering in odd patterns across the creature’s body. Thal’s voice is a lovely addition to the deep laugh of the butcher – violence intermixed with beauty.
He thinks she may have been inclined to be a siren, if things had been a little different. But he doesn’t complain, not with the way that the blades sling out toward the river star, blocking it in as Asta takes the final move, clicking the button so that the cane returns to a bladed point, stepping forward just in time for the river star to snag at his boot before Asta’s blade lifts and he gives the final blow, watching as it falls into a twitching mess.
Panting lightly, the butcher’s hand lifts to rake through his hair and brush it back out of his face, flashing Thal a too sharp smile that clearly indicates he’s pleased.
He thinks she may have been inclined to be a siren, if things had been a little different. But he doesn’t complain, not with the way that the blades sling out toward the river star, blocking it in as Asta takes the final move, clicking the button so that the cane returns to a bladed point, stepping forward just in time for the river star to snag at his boot before Asta’s blade lifts and he gives the final blow, watching as it falls into a twitching mess.
Panting lightly, the butcher’s hand lifts to rake through his hair and brush it back out of his face, flashing Thal a too sharp smile that clearly indicates he’s pleased.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
