Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Kaisel is finding he's clearly underestimated both Danta and Astaroth when it comes to the ring. Maybe ancients are just built Ford tough, all the chaos and the blood and the stone waiting to creep up, or maybe it's these two men in particular that require a bit more respect than he'd considered after dealing with their dicks first. "Don't worry about me," he exhales around a grin, fully in his element now, even if it doesn't mean he's easily standing victorious. Kaisel might not boast the same pain tolerance as Asta, but he's thick-headed enough to take the beatings and stubborn enough to keep standing for them. Underestimated ever since he can remember, Kaisel is most inclined to thrive when he's outmatched and held down.
The strength of resolve can only make up so much ground though, and Astaroth has not only gapped him in experience and height, but levels sheer talent. That's clear now when his kick does little to rattle the haunting man, barely affording Kaisel the time to bring his balance back under control before Astaroth is suddenly there, upon him like a shadow cast from a light. "Fu—" he bites out, body bowing away from the punch with muscle memory, his arm swinging down from his head in a sideways collision with the strike to try and redirect it. Even if his instinct is right, his timing is too late, and he doubles over a bit as the fist lands hard and solid into him.
Grimacing out a breath, Kaisel clamps down with his other hand onto Astaroth's wrist, trying to twist it off to the side and thrust Astaroth off with it. The inhale he drags in is not sufficient, but he sips in what air he can and forces himself to step in and drive an uppercut with the returning hand that failed its block, aiming for Astaroth's ribs.
3/4 Kai tries to evade and block but ultimately fails and takes the majority of the strike. He grabs at Danta's wrist and tries to forcefully twist it and shove him back, stepping in to uppercut at his ribs with his other hand, but is stuggling with his breathing.
The strength of resolve can only make up so much ground though, and Astaroth has not only gapped him in experience and height, but levels sheer talent. That's clear now when his kick does little to rattle the haunting man, barely affording Kaisel the time to bring his balance back under control before Astaroth is suddenly there, upon him like a shadow cast from a light. "Fu—" he bites out, body bowing away from the punch with muscle memory, his arm swinging down from his head in a sideways collision with the strike to try and redirect it. Even if his instinct is right, his timing is too late, and he doubles over a bit as the fist lands hard and solid into him.
Grimacing out a breath, Kaisel clamps down with his other hand onto Astaroth's wrist, trying to twist it off to the side and thrust Astaroth off with it. The inhale he drags in is not sufficient, but he sips in what air he can and forces himself to step in and drive an uppercut with the returning hand that failed its block, aiming for Astaroth's ribs.
3/4 Kai tries to evade and block but ultimately fails and takes the majority of the strike. He grabs at Danta's wrist and tries to forcefully twist it and shove him back, stepping in to uppercut at his ribs with his other hand, but is stuggling with his breathing.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
