// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
"Thank you." A bark of a laugh leaves the Butcher as he starts to descend the fire from the top, creating that sort of dome – temporarily, of course, and he releases them as Deimos absorbs them, the grin on his face vibrant pleased with the current training spar. Loosening the hold on the fire, the Butcher re-evaluates, watching as the fire begins to move toward him.
He takes a step back, green flame flickering at his hands before he reaches out to the fire to try and pry it apart. It’s nowhere near Deimos’ strength and control over the flames, but it’s worth a try anyway. Maybe he’s distracted with the fire he’s currently handling that Asta can make a little hole at the very least.
4/4
He takes a step back, green flame flickering at his hands before he reaches out to the fire to try and pry it apart. It’s nowhere near Deimos’ strength and control over the flames, but it’s worth a try anyway. Maybe he’s distracted with the fire he’s currently handling that Asta can make a little hole at the very least.
4/4
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
