Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Now that they’ve gone into multiple facets of the fiery ability, the element of chaos and heat bends to their will to become twin flames that are shot over toward Deimos. The butcher watches as it’s snagged, sharpened, honed, and a chuckle escapes him with the easy consistent flick of his tail to see as the fireballs become reshaped. It’s a circle of a sort, arriving with a sparking speed that the butcher finds himself having to dodge, but not before he reaches out for it in return.
It’s with a half spin that the butcher avoids the brunt of the fire, watching as it sings past his arm and hand, heating it with a delicious warmth before he’s changing its shape once again. It becomes thinner and sharper, not unlike the threaded cane set up against the fence post, lashing out like a whip of fire toward the Sword.
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It’s with a half spin that the butcher avoids the brunt of the fire, watching as it sings past his arm and hand, heating it with a delicious warmth before he’s changing its shape once again. It becomes thinner and sharper, not unlike the threaded cane set up against the fence post, lashing out like a whip of fire toward the Sword.
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// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
