They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
He cares very little about the dagger in his chest, despite the sharp intense pain it brings. If anything, it settles that odd and strange sensation in his chest that the shift under his skin thrives with. It makes him try harder, even though he knows full well that she’s quick and far stronger than him. It doesn’t burn anything badly within him to see it, if anything it’s quiet appreciation and admiration, even as she evades the punch he throws her way.
She moves with grace and with ease that he can’t even imagine harboring in his old bones, and with the quick flick of her wrist, the dagger wiggles in his chest that has him recoiling a bit. It breaks free, blood trailing after it as it blooms in his chest. Pain breaks through him again, but among the grunt of it comes a dark and easy laugh, his sharp teeth flashing in the light. “Evidently not.” He mutters, twisting to trail after her and utilize his tail in an attempt to try and trip her up, aiming another punch her way toward her side.
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She moves with grace and with ease that he can’t even imagine harboring in his old bones, and with the quick flick of her wrist, the dagger wiggles in his chest that has him recoiling a bit. It breaks free, blood trailing after it as it blooms in his chest. Pain breaks through him again, but among the grunt of it comes a dark and easy laugh, his sharp teeth flashing in the light. “Evidently not.” He mutters, twisting to trail after her and utilize his tail in an attempt to try and trip her up, aiming another punch her way toward her side.
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Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
