I'm where the spiders go

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

At the very least, the butcher remains upright, even as the splash of blood paints the air with iron as the bear bolts past. It sparks that steadiness to Asta’s attention, the predator sizing up the prey even with the beautifully reckless movements Danta makes as he watches him lunge at the open wound Asta’s blade had caught.

The butcher’s gaze darkens a touch, calculating before the next strike he intends to make has him bolting from where he was, the blade flipping so that it pointed out. A distraction that doesn’t seem to bother the bear too much — that is until the butcher’s hand lifts, flaring heat and fire at the bear’s feet, incapacitating its attempt to continue to run.

While, yes, still being quite painfully aware of everything that’s going on. It’s Asta’s own quiet and calculating chaos before it’s unleashed. It has the butcher’s approach scorching more flame into the legs of the bear, giving Danta those moments to find the spot to maim and tear, to rip the bear apart with his own hands. Because if Danta doesn’t get started on that, well, the butcher’s method would be far less fun for the Maverick, he assumes.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine