// i am the righteous hand of god //
Her first assumption is correct, that he cares far little about what the Ambassador thinks of him. As for his reservations, well, out and about things are different than they would be here on the training field. As it stands – he’s flushed, sweaty, fucking cold, and taking breaks in between to warm up his frigid hands to ensure he doesn’t turn to stone. To see a familiar face seeking him out in particular, is enough to push away any stone cold exterior.
It was cold enough outside anyway, he didn’t need to add to it. Tis the season and all that, right?
“Ack.” Astaroth says, wrinkling his nose a little as he nods. “It is an adjustment, but you can also utilize it quite well in a fight, given enough practice.” The amount of times he’d gotten his cane pulled out from his hands only to retrieve it with his tail, was a lot, actually. That, and being able to trip an opponent (provided you didn’t mind if it got stepped on).
Dipping into a little bow of acceptance, Astaroth straightens up to loosen out his arms a little, embracing the heat for a few moments longer before they begin. “It would be my pleasure.” He flashes her an equally toothy grin, stepping away from the dummy into their own little fight beside the fire without any worry. If either of them fell into it, neither would be harmed in the endeavor at least, and it meant they could be a bit more limber about it.
Shifting the dagger back into his free hand and the cane in the other, Asta picks his starting stance, awaiting her to start with dark glimmering eyes of intrigue.
It was cold enough outside anyway, he didn’t need to add to it. Tis the season and all that, right?
“Ack.” Astaroth says, wrinkling his nose a little as he nods. “It is an adjustment, but you can also utilize it quite well in a fight, given enough practice.” The amount of times he’d gotten his cane pulled out from his hands only to retrieve it with his tail, was a lot, actually. That, and being able to trip an opponent (provided you didn’t mind if it got stepped on).
Dipping into a little bow of acceptance, Astaroth straightens up to loosen out his arms a little, embracing the heat for a few moments longer before they begin. “It would be my pleasure.” He flashes her an equally toothy grin, stepping away from the dummy into their own little fight beside the fire without any worry. If either of them fell into it, neither would be harmed in the endeavor at least, and it meant they could be a bit more limber about it.
Shifting the dagger back into his free hand and the cane in the other, Asta picks his starting stance, awaiting her to start with dark glimmering eyes of intrigue.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
