[ Swing and a miss. Eyes blank and shining bright neon pink, he charges Heine again, aiming for the neck, fangs bared red with blood. The horns on their band hangs loosely from where it's tangled in Midnight's hair, the demon tail swinging behind him as he grabs for the strap on Heine's shoulder. Artless, overt. His only advantage in these situations is his strength and constitution, his will to survive, his capacity to kill. He still hasn't seen the sort of action a life-long fighter would.
Still, it's going to be close. He intends to kill. He doesn't mind hurting himself in the process. The sorts of decisions he wouldn't make, were he lucid. The sorts of decisions a pacifist abhors. ]
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Still, it's going to be close. He intends to kill. He doesn't mind hurting himself in the process. The sorts of decisions he wouldn't make, were he lucid. The sorts of decisions a pacifist abhors. ]