[Fucking rude, tbh. Hellboy catches the busted-up sword easily, though he squints a little at Lancer's reply.]
Delicate stomach? [he chides flatly, hooves carrying him closer to the downed chimera with a clip clop that can barely be heard over the thing's anger. It'd almost be pathetic, if the thing weren't such a mindlessly raging beast.
It's only by the grace of God (or his human "parent," honestly) that Hellboy isn't in the same situation. Just some raging thing whose only purpose is destruction.
He pauses at the head of the chimera, mouth twitching, then pushes his thoughts away. He raises the sword high over his head and brings it down on the monster's neck. Blood and ichor spray out and it's disgusting, but he has to go back and whack at it a few times. It's a big neck and this is a comparatively small sword.]
I can't say I missed this line of work. [Says the man covered in monster blood and scratches, his coat pretty much just hanging off him in rags.]
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Delicate stomach? [he chides flatly, hooves carrying him closer to the downed chimera with a clip clop that can barely be heard over the thing's anger. It'd almost be pathetic, if the thing weren't such a mindlessly raging beast.
It's only by the grace of God (or his human "parent," honestly) that Hellboy isn't in the same situation. Just some raging thing whose only purpose is destruction.
He pauses at the head of the chimera, mouth twitching, then pushes his thoughts away. He raises the sword high over his head and brings it down on the monster's neck. Blood and ichor spray out and it's disgusting, but he has to go back and whack at it a few times. It's a big neck and this is a comparatively small sword.]
I can't say I missed this line of work. [Says the man covered in monster blood and scratches, his coat pretty much just hanging off him in rags.]