// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
As expected, the Butcher makes very little headway with trying to pry the holes of fire through the wall of flame that the Resurrected Sword creates, and with it Asta quickly gives up lest he exhaust himself faster by trying to do all of these things he knows he’s not strong enough to do yet. And he watches as Deimos starts to bolster the line, towering and imposing and honestly? Very welcome.
The heat is hot and delicious and the Butcher’s tail whips behind him in quiet delight, dipping into the flame with a quiet little hiss of the humid deepfrost air that he’s able to completely ignore. He throws up a little green flame in front of him to prevent the fire from licking against his nice jacket that Deimos had created, and through it he grins over at the Warden. “That was great. Do you need more practice or will that suffice?”
The heat is hot and delicious and the Butcher’s tail whips behind him in quiet delight, dipping into the flame with a quiet little hiss of the humid deepfrost air that he’s able to completely ignore. He throws up a little green flame in front of him to prevent the fire from licking against his nice jacket that Deimos had created, and through it he grins over at the Warden. “That was great. Do you need more practice or will that suffice?”
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
