𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒈𝒓𝒆

悪͟魔͟の͟息͟子

“Sure how about a bit of shadowboxing, I see how you move in the fight I can pick out what will help you.” As he recalls she’s a very linear fighter but she’s strong. Although coming against someone swifter and longer she’ll eat far too much to give a few hits.

“Leave my meat alone!”

“You’re corny.”

“I want that issue.”

“I can’t stop staring.”

“Why is your nipple glowing?”

“I don’t think I have that much really… like maybe a decent amount.”

“Haah.” Breathing heavily as the tension is gone, turning to his tv still looking at the place she left from. What just? Crawling closer to the tv still staring.

“A-ah.” The would be groan of pain is nothing more than a whimper as he releases the woman’s ankles. Falling onto his back. Can he even conjure up his projection anymore? He’s gonna die??!?

“GH!” Face tensing in pain as he hunches over. Not as painful as the first one, this seems more defensive than an offensive killing move. She doesn’t really want to huh? “Why do you want to die?”

It’s a holiday for like spooky stuff.

You’re serious?

It feels as if the will the fight from earlier has been drained out of her, even the terrifying presence of the apparition that attempted to kill him is gone. Just… this. Confused. “Can you speak?”

Halloween.