They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“It is bittersweet, I can assure you.” The butcher murmurs, because the regret is there for having harmed her, underlined beneath the immediate and most forefront of relief that the spar brings him. And while he could verbally agree with he warning that Danta has apparently told her, he’s morphing and shifting before her eyes to let the shadows take place. Shrouding and harboring all the menace the butcher hides beneath suave sharp smiles and well tailored clothes, the horns branch from each of the shadows like spiders and thin fingers, reaching for her in lieu of him actually touching her.
Yet, anyway.
Because he lunges as she readies her daggers, the glint gleaming outward, and the butcher fights through the blood that leaks from his chest (carefully hidden by more of the shadow and illusion that covers his movements), as he does, in fact, close the gap. Only, perhaps as another indicator of his violent mood that he has yet to verbalize, he doesn’t notice the precision in the way she’s placed the blade. She’s quick and swift, something he loves about her, but he hates in this moment as the blade sinks into his arm this time despite his attempt to dodge, and the grinning shadows dance in a cacophony of pain and laughter. “I would, darling, but it appears as though you’ve laid out barbed wire.” The dissonance blooms in his voice, vibrating wrongly against the bones of anything within hearing.
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Yet, anyway.
Because he lunges as she readies her daggers, the glint gleaming outward, and the butcher fights through the blood that leaks from his chest (carefully hidden by more of the shadow and illusion that covers his movements), as he does, in fact, close the gap. Only, perhaps as another indicator of his violent mood that he has yet to verbalize, he doesn’t notice the precision in the way she’s placed the blade. She’s quick and swift, something he loves about her, but he hates in this moment as the blade sinks into his arm this time despite his attempt to dodge, and the grinning shadows dance in a cacophony of pain and laughter. “I would, darling, but it appears as though you’ve laid out barbed wire.” The dissonance blooms in his voice, vibrating wrongly against the bones of anything within hearing.
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Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
