// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
The bag of holding opens and Asta can’t help but to lean in a touch to see all the goodies that the Warden has picked up to keep everyone busy during the longest night of the year, and with the grin spread across his face he can’t help but to lean back and nod approvingly – not that Deimos needed his approval, but if he were trapped inside with constant darkness he’d be more than pleased to have a variety of items to keep his hands busy. “Lovely choices.” He commends, tightening his coat a little around him to keep the warmth in.
The question is one that has his smile sharpening a touch, nodding to the offer. “Sure.” He agrees, already twisting to start walking with Deimos out of the crowds and to the less populated areas. “I need to work on my fire magic as well, if that is agreeable?” Because unfortunately, everything else was now gone and if he were to use his fancier Bloodbane he wouldn’t come back from it.
The smile twists a touch sheepish, though, a mixture between arrogance and amusement. “My abilities have changed since we last talked, and while I am not one to often ask for an opponent to go easy on me, I must admit that I am not as strong as I have been.” His voice is low, adjusted only for Deimos to hear - because the Butcher would prefer the masses continue to think he's just as much of a tank as he had been at the start of the season.
The question is one that has his smile sharpening a touch, nodding to the offer. “Sure.” He agrees, already twisting to start walking with Deimos out of the crowds and to the less populated areas. “I need to work on my fire magic as well, if that is agreeable?” Because unfortunately, everything else was now gone and if he were to use his fancier Bloodbane he wouldn’t come back from it.
The smile twists a touch sheepish, though, a mixture between arrogance and amusement. “My abilities have changed since we last talked, and while I am not one to often ask for an opponent to go easy on me, I must admit that I am not as strong as I have been.” His voice is low, adjusted only for Deimos to hear - because the Butcher would prefer the masses continue to think he's just as much of a tank as he had been at the start of the season.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
