They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
He’s always been the kind to test limits. Himself included. And over the years he’d gotten a fairly good handle on everything when it came to how he reacted, how far he could go. It’s part of what gives him the charm of being the Gentleman Butcher. But this season, this new shift under his skin, has opened up a whole variety of possibilities and problems he hasn’t had to equip himself with in quite some time. Before, everything else could fall apart and he’d know just how he’d react. Now? Now he can’t tell.
He isn’t scared so much as he is anxious. And as he watches her and her brilliant charm and easy smile, he flashes one of his own toward her with a brief nod. Extinguishing the flame with practiced ease, the butcher rises from the trunk of the tree he’d been perched on. “I will be unable to hold my punches.” He informs her, glancing at her as movement catches his eye.
Not elaborating on the quest in favor for the crow that dives down toward them, he watches it sail toward Flora to snatch one of her beautiful pieces of glinting jewelry, taking the few seconds to ensure it isn’t Moira. Then, before it can even get close to her, the butcher’s encasing it in flame. It careens to the ground with muffled cries as Asta burns it into silence, his gaze flitting back toward Flora with his usual dark gleam, but one with a hint of curiosity. “If you believe you are up for it?” He flips the question onto her with a shark-tooth grin.
He isn’t scared so much as he is anxious. And as he watches her and her brilliant charm and easy smile, he flashes one of his own toward her with a brief nod. Extinguishing the flame with practiced ease, the butcher rises from the trunk of the tree he’d been perched on. “I will be unable to hold my punches.” He informs her, glancing at her as movement catches his eye.
Not elaborating on the quest in favor for the crow that dives down toward them, he watches it sail toward Flora to snatch one of her beautiful pieces of glinting jewelry, taking the few seconds to ensure it isn’t Moira. Then, before it can even get close to her, the butcher’s encasing it in flame. It careens to the ground with muffled cries as Asta burns it into silence, his gaze flitting back toward Flora with his usual dark gleam, but one with a hint of curiosity. “If you believe you are up for it?” He flips the question onto her with a shark-tooth grin.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
