[ The air is forced from his unnecessary lungs as he’s thrown down, and those shadows that spill into Communion respond. They shiver, the mouths grin, and the human form that’s on display matches the grins. It’s not as fearsome as it could be, because surely if he could tap into his natural abilities, his eyes would be blood red, and his mouth would be filled with teeth just as fearsome as Hayame’s. He could weigh the value of bringing those shadows out, truly, and he could see the sort of mistake she’s made—
But not here, not now.
Blood and humors drip down his face as his hands dig into the roots. It’s partially for the still hot pain of the mess left of his eye, but something feral, but precise as well. He could strike back, and even slowed and disgustingly human, he could do damage. But even in his feral rage, he didn’t forget his deals. It’s too important of a thing for a demon to ever forget.
His gaze dares her, eggs her on, because every blow will be one that he returns. Not through violence, necessarily, but she will pay for this humiliation in one way or another. There’s not even a thought that she could truly end his existence now. For a creature as vicious and proud as him, the thought that he could die was impossible.
And, indeed, someone intervenes. He’s simply surprised that it’s Akua, of all people. He would have expected Silco, not wanting to lose his precious weapon, or perhaps Set, not wanting to truly lose a fun playmate. He laughs, vicious and barking, but says no more. His words would come out too biting, too bitter. He knows better. He loathes it too. ]
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But not here, not now.
Blood and humors drip down his face as his hands dig into the roots. It’s partially for the still hot pain of the mess left of his eye, but something feral, but precise as well. He could strike back, and even slowed and disgustingly human, he could do damage. But even in his feral rage, he didn’t forget his deals. It’s too important of a thing for a demon to ever forget.
His gaze dares her, eggs her on, because every blow will be one that he returns. Not through violence, necessarily, but she will pay for this humiliation in one way or another. There’s not even a thought that she could truly end his existence now. For a creature as vicious and proud as him, the thought that he could die was impossible.
And, indeed, someone intervenes. He’s simply surprised that it’s Akua, of all people. He would have expected Silco, not wanting to lose his precious weapon, or perhaps Set, not wanting to truly lose a fun playmate. He laughs, vicious and barking, but says no more. His words would come out too biting, too bitter. He knows better. He loathes it too. ]