[Training] don't know what to say

// i am the righteous hand of god //

Dark eyes take in the chakram with quiet approval, watching as it splits into two and his hands tighten on the handle of the cane, preparing his stance as well as he keeps the dagger in his other hand, poised and ready in case she comes in close. His tail whips around behind him like an excited cat, tension lingering in his muscles despite the cold for when she springs.

And springs, she does, one dagger after another slicing at the hand holding the cane only to hit cold air, and with equally quick movement does Astaroth twist away from her, lifting that cane to immediately swipe it toward her feet, aiming to knock her either off balance or to land a crack of a hit against her calves.

Astaroth

// i am the devil that you forgot //