when I was a child I heard voices, some would sing and some would scream
It isn't enough for Danta, the Maverick growling something vicious under his breath as the cane only manages to snick off a section of the butcher's dark hair and nothing more. He's preparing to try again, or to buck and thrash to get the other man off him, when suddenly the butcher's weight is pinning him down and it's all Danta can do to keep hold of the weapon. He does keep hold of it though, whether or not he's capable of doing more damage, and at the first word that grates from Asta's lips - yield - he responds with a savage snap of his teeth up at his face.
Only as he clarifies - I yield - does something like sense try to worm its way through the haze of violence in Danta's mind, because never in The Climb had those words formed in the taller Ancient's voice. He blinks, teeth clenched now, chest heaving, and as the first drops of crimson splash onto his cheek from Asta's throat, he flinches.
"Open the door," he whispers suddenly, fingers going slack against the weapon in his hands. "Please."
Only as he clarifies - I yield - does something like sense try to worm its way through the haze of violence in Danta's mind, because never in The Climb had those words formed in the taller Ancient's voice. He blinks, teeth clenched now, chest heaving, and as the first drops of crimson splash onto his cheek from Asta's throat, he flinches.
"Open the door," he whispers suddenly, fingers going slack against the weapon in his hands. "Please."
The Maverick
you soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
