Flins glanced around, mentally counting the amount of abyssal monsters surrounding him. He could take them. There was nobody else around, so he didn't have to hold back when fighting.
" A plea ? Frankly, I have no intention of dying here. "
His voice was calm and collected. +
/ illuga will drive this gay ass fae nuts one day.
Master Illuga ...
[ He didn't see that coming. ]
You should be more cautious with offering yourself like that.
[ The urge to sink teeth in flesh, like a primal beast. He can't quite help it. Moreso, when it comes to Illuga. ]
His lantern was flashing red ; danger was approaching without a doubt. His hand closed tighter around his polearm, amber beads scanning his surroundings cautiously.
Much like the rest of him. In the blink of an eye, his body disappeared, hiding inside the floating lantern that emitted blinding blue light and deterring the monsters from closing in any further.
" Underhanded tricks after losing a real battle ... You really have no honour left, Sinner. " +
Flins didn't believe this was just regular fatigue. His instincts told him so. Maybe it was another Fae talent. He looked at the doctor's face closely.
" You're pale. You should probably lay down. "
@nightingales-song.bsky.social
his voice came from the lantern, loud and clear.
" Hm ? "
He leaned down, closer to Illuga.
" What's the matter, Master Illuga ? "
He knew that eerie feeling all too well. And that tendril's appearance only confirmed his suspicions. There was no movement, no fighting just yet.
" Show yourself, Sinner. You cannot scare me with underhanded tricks. I thought you would have already learned that. " +
