They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
It’s as close to a deal without admitting it aloud that the butcher’s interest is immediately more piqued. So it’s with a sharp grin aimed at her that shifts when he focuses on the corvid that’s aimed toward Flora, letting the flame vanish just as soon as he’s sure the crow’s no longer with them. Her playful reverence, the stare over at him that he meets with a charming, roguish smile. “Always, darling.” He boasts proudly, as if he can’t imagine himself not protecting her.
Unless of course it’s a spar with no holds barred.
He straightens up, his smile lingering as he eyes the poison tipped daggers. And she’s right in that she’s fast when she wants to be — and he watches her take up her position as he preps himself. It takes a little longer than anticipated, and he’s caught by surprise as he launches into movement toward her with the blade that sinks into his chest. It evades the worst of the damage at least, but it makes him stagger with a grunt of oof that breaks into a dark laugh. “So this is how it feels.” He grits out against the pain, charging toward her with a punch aimed at her side. He could use magic, but the quest requires a physical punch, and so he throws himself into it because of the dagger still jutting out of his chest.
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Unless of course it’s a spar with no holds barred.
He straightens up, his smile lingering as he eyes the poison tipped daggers. And she’s right in that she’s fast when she wants to be — and he watches her take up her position as he preps himself. It takes a little longer than anticipated, and he’s caught by surprise as he launches into movement toward her with the blade that sinks into his chest. It evades the worst of the damage at least, but it makes him stagger with a grunt of oof that breaks into a dark laugh. “So this is how it feels.” He grits out against the pain, charging toward her with a punch aimed at her side. He could use magic, but the quest requires a physical punch, and so he throws himself into it because of the dagger still jutting out of his chest.
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Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
