// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
She says it’s pretty, more like someone reading from a textbook, an observation that Asta snorts softly to and nods his horned head despite her not seeing it with her eyes fixated on the treeflit. As he clicks the cane and it breaks down into its whip form, the Butcher pauses to let Knell decide what they should do with it – and in the end, it isn’t exactly an answer but a question.
When she looks back at him to try and read him, she’ll spy his too sharp smile as it curves into a feline grin, the subtle shake of his head as he readies the whip and it clinks in anticipation. “No, my dear. For the mere fun of it.” Asta didn’t tend to show the chaos in his blood as much as Danta did or the other Ancients he knew often did. But this is precisely the kind of chaos he thrives on, the destruction and blood of it all, to take something pretty and relatively annoying and show it just what it was up against.
“And perhaps our Flowerbirth deity may appreciate the wings.” He doesn’t know, but it’s worth a shot. And if neither of them eat it, he supposes it’s as good an offering as the rest.
He steps to the side to ensure Knell is out of the way, lifts the threaded cane in a practiced motion right as the treeflit starts to move as if sensing the threat, and launches the bladed whip out at the creature and severs one of its wings – slicing straight through it.
Treeflit: 5/34
When she looks back at him to try and read him, she’ll spy his too sharp smile as it curves into a feline grin, the subtle shake of his head as he readies the whip and it clinks in anticipation. “No, my dear. For the mere fun of it.” Asta didn’t tend to show the chaos in his blood as much as Danta did or the other Ancients he knew often did. But this is precisely the kind of chaos he thrives on, the destruction and blood of it all, to take something pretty and relatively annoying and show it just what it was up against.
“And perhaps our Flowerbirth deity may appreciate the wings.” He doesn’t know, but it’s worth a shot. And if neither of them eat it, he supposes it’s as good an offering as the rest.
He steps to the side to ensure Knell is out of the way, lifts the threaded cane in a practiced motion right as the treeflit starts to move as if sensing the threat, and launches the bladed whip out at the creature and severs one of its wings – slicing straight through it.
Treeflit: 5/34
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
