Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Asta watches as the fire sent back over toward Deimos is snagged once again. The sharp thin line of the fiery whip as Deimos evades the attempt of it lashing out at him. Embers fly off, dying the second they touch the mud. And Asta releases the fire almost immediately upon Deimos reaching for it, like it gives him an option to prepare for whatever he sends back.
The fire becomes separate entities, thrown out at him in rapid succession and rather than avoid each one individually, Asta grins a shark-toothed grin over at the Sword as he conjures fire of his own into a spiraling shield, pelted by each fire sent his way. Some break through, avoiding the bulk of the butcher, some melt into the shield he’s created, and when he’s sure that Deimos hasn’t launched any more assaults he sends the shield over toward Deimos in its spiraling whirlwind that almost looks as though it’s a portal to hell.
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The fire becomes separate entities, thrown out at him in rapid succession and rather than avoid each one individually, Asta grins a shark-toothed grin over at the Sword as he conjures fire of his own into a spiraling shield, pelted by each fire sent his way. Some break through, avoiding the bulk of the butcher, some melt into the shield he’s created, and when he’s sure that Deimos hasn’t launched any more assaults he sends the shield over toward Deimos in its spiraling whirlwind that almost looks as though it’s a portal to hell.
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// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
