Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Astaroth's height advantage is certainly working against him with how easily the ancient can position around his own body, not nearly fast enough to escape the reach. This would be a better opponent to face long range, but Dygra should be pleased with the chaos of the hand to hand quarters for such unmatched foes.
The balance Kaisel had just fought for leaves him again as Astaroth surprisingly yanks him forward, the illusion of control over Astaroth's wrist proving to be just that. His hit does land, but without the full power as he jerks forward against his will, body already in motion. He wrenches himself back, and like an expected dance, Astaroth is already waiting, tipping him opposite with his tail and adding more tilt with the upper shove. Kaisel goes down with a wide-eyed wail, aware of his condition and what awaits him, but without the means to change it now.
The ground greets his back hard, and this time the wind is well and truly stolen from him. He gasps, but while his lungs fight for air his legs kicks wildly around him, trying to fend of Astaroth before the man can descend upon him and pin him. There's no aim, little thought, just a flail of defense as Kaisel tries to regather himself.
4/4 Kaisel is knocked to the ground where he flails at Asta with his legs to keep him at bay and tries to get his breath back to then work on standing, but is still down.
The balance Kaisel had just fought for leaves him again as Astaroth surprisingly yanks him forward, the illusion of control over Astaroth's wrist proving to be just that. His hit does land, but without the full power as he jerks forward against his will, body already in motion. He wrenches himself back, and like an expected dance, Astaroth is already waiting, tipping him opposite with his tail and adding more tilt with the upper shove. Kaisel goes down with a wide-eyed wail, aware of his condition and what awaits him, but without the means to change it now.
The ground greets his back hard, and this time the wind is well and truly stolen from him. He gasps, but while his lungs fight for air his legs kicks wildly around him, trying to fend of Astaroth before the man can descend upon him and pin him. There's no aim, little thought, just a flail of defense as Kaisel tries to regather himself.
4/4 Kaisel is knocked to the ground where he flails at Asta with his legs to keep him at bay and tries to get his breath back to then work on standing, but is still down.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
