// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“Partially.” The butcher answers as he moves, internally wincing as the bottle slams into Danta’s shins and shatters, another spark of the scent of blood blooming in the confines of the room. But he misses the shoulder check, which grants him distance from Danta in a way that he thinks is a good thing, until he hears the click of the button on the cane.
Turning back toward him, the comment is lost on him as he sees the beautifully destructive arc of the bladed pieces, sharp, serrated, and glinting in the dim lighting of the Rage Room as it arcs. He’d always thought it was a beautiful creation, mainly when wielded by his hand, but as he sees it from the other side… well, it was actually much more menacing than he’d even thought.
As such, there isn’t really a way to avoid it, and as Danta aims it at him in whichever way he can, the butcher hops back to try and evade it, the sharp edges catching on the flow of his shirt and tearing it straight through the middle, leaving little small scratches against his chest where it hadn’t quite sunk in enough yet. It’s paired with the slight hiss that escapes him from having to react so fast.
He grits his teeth in what appears to be a grin before man becomes canine, the fyrhund hopeful for the additional and small barrier of plates that it bears might make it less destructive if the whip portion snags his skin as he launches again at Danta, trying to get him off balance again, maw aiming for Danta’s already bleeding leg.
3/4 Asta kinda avoids the whip portion as it lashes out for him and shifts to his fyrhund to launch at Danta and tries to knock him off balance again by going for his already wounded leg!
Turning back toward him, the comment is lost on him as he sees the beautifully destructive arc of the bladed pieces, sharp, serrated, and glinting in the dim lighting of the Rage Room as it arcs. He’d always thought it was a beautiful creation, mainly when wielded by his hand, but as he sees it from the other side… well, it was actually much more menacing than he’d even thought.
As such, there isn’t really a way to avoid it, and as Danta aims it at him in whichever way he can, the butcher hops back to try and evade it, the sharp edges catching on the flow of his shirt and tearing it straight through the middle, leaving little small scratches against his chest where it hadn’t quite sunk in enough yet. It’s paired with the slight hiss that escapes him from having to react so fast.
He grits his teeth in what appears to be a grin before man becomes canine, the fyrhund hopeful for the additional and small barrier of plates that it bears might make it less destructive if the whip portion snags his skin as he launches again at Danta, trying to get him off balance again, maw aiming for Danta’s already bleeding leg.
3/4 Asta kinda avoids the whip portion as it lashes out for him and shifts to his fyrhund to launch at Danta and tries to knock him off balance again by going for his already wounded leg!
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
