They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
It is the biggest threat, the teeth that linger behind suave smiles. And yet, a predator often knows where his biggest distraction lies. The better predators know where to strike where it’s least expected. It’s similar with Flora, as he’s finding out, that behind the dancers movement and graceful agility that is both beautiful as it is devastating, that she can also surprise him in turn.
His sharp grin widens a touch when she gets off balance, his tail sweeping back out of the way as his fist slams into her ribs, hard and with purpose – just as the quest had asked for, despite the regret that sinks in a moment after that has him sucking in a low and steep breath. “Apologies, darling.” He says after as she starts to slip away. He lets her, stepping back as his tail whips and he flexes his suddenly very sore knuckles.
And this time, with the punch completed, he searches for something else within him to utilize against her. And rather than take a step forward to strike once more, he opts for distraction, to throw her off balance in a different way than she might otherwise be use to that might shove her aim off its debilitatingly precision. He grows larger, still thin as can be but spidery in the way his horns grow and branch out, the way his smile widens into something far too wide, and at his side multitudes of smiling shadows all similarly decked out as he is flanks him like an army of eyeless, soulless ghouls.
And then he lunges.
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His sharp grin widens a touch when she gets off balance, his tail sweeping back out of the way as his fist slams into her ribs, hard and with purpose – just as the quest had asked for, despite the regret that sinks in a moment after that has him sucking in a low and steep breath. “Apologies, darling.” He says after as she starts to slip away. He lets her, stepping back as his tail whips and he flexes his suddenly very sore knuckles.
And this time, with the punch completed, he searches for something else within him to utilize against her. And rather than take a step forward to strike once more, he opts for distraction, to throw her off balance in a different way than she might otherwise be use to that might shove her aim off its debilitatingly precision. He grows larger, still thin as can be but spidery in the way his horns grow and branch out, the way his smile widens into something far too wide, and at his side multitudes of smiling shadows all similarly decked out as he is flanks him like an army of eyeless, soulless ghouls.
And then he lunges.
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Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
