[Like the push and pull of an ocean tideโas Lucius steps closer, Eridanus shrinks back. Yet it isn't in fear, despite the fact that he had been killed only days prior.
The gaze he affixes the other with is nothing short of defiant. It's calculatingโas if assessing every twitch of muscle and fluid movement for an opening, or weakness. There are none though, and even in the meager flesh of the Fog, as ornamented as it is to look akin to Lucius' true hide, he is still the perfect swordsman. At his own sides, the muscles of his arms bulge through the thin fabric of his dirt and blood-smeared shirt; through the stomach, cut open to reveal the swath of chiseled flesh beneath, peeks a thick opal vein where he had been gutted.
Then, with a bestial huff, he lowers his shoulders. His claws are no longer splayed, ready to attack. He stares up at Lucius pensively,] and you were fine with being without me, then? [Eridanus pauses, and with a deep inhale of breath he steps forwards. His viridescent eyes remain on Lucius' face, unblinking, until they are so close that he can feel the warmth that demon-flesh radiates.]
I am not some toy to be disposed of. I am not some menial wretch that will endure abuse with no cause. I am Champion, and you will respect me โ or kill me for good.
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The gaze he affixes the other with is nothing short of defiant. It's calculatingโas if assessing every twitch of muscle and fluid movement for an opening, or weakness. There are none though, and even in the meager flesh of the Fog, as ornamented as it is to look akin to Lucius' true hide, he is still the perfect swordsman. At his own sides, the muscles of his arms bulge through the thin fabric of his dirt and blood-smeared shirt; through the stomach, cut open to reveal the swath of chiseled flesh beneath, peeks a thick opal vein where he had been gutted.
Then, with a bestial huff, he lowers his shoulders. His claws are no longer splayed, ready to attack. He stares up at Lucius pensively,] and you were fine with being without me, then? [Eridanus pauses, and with a deep inhale of breath he steps forwards. His viridescent eyes remain on Lucius' face, unblinking, until they are so close that he can feel the warmth that demon-flesh radiates.]
I am not some toy to be disposed of. I am not some menial wretch that will endure abuse with no cause. I am Champion, and you will respect me โ or kill me for good.