Distressing damsels facing him (her?) were also his thing. The bastard had hurt Kaga the day before. He wouldn't stand for it.
So when he saw the state she was in, and the boy's (girl's?) grin, one that definitely wouldn't have been out of place in Makai, he pushed all aside and pulled his sickle from his waist. The only way of holding the bastard back was to kill him, and he'd seen death, created it, more times of than this new female likely had. So he did her a favour.
Coming up behind her he threw his sickle wide and swung it around until the thin wire attached to his blade coiled around him like a python and rested itself finally by sliding halfway through his thigh. He tugged violently, his wings flaring as he did, and watched as the wire cut through skin and bone until the boy was in pieces on the floor. It would take him a while to heal, likely.
He drew his sickle back to him and shook the blood off it, then picked up her jacket and turned to her. He tried to look harmless, which, considering he was a long nailed and fanged demon, wasn't all that easy. He held out a guiding hand, urging her to the table with her application. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying not to look at her torn blouse. He'd offer her his vest, but it likely would cover about the same amount of flesh.
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Distressing damsels were Kuronue's thing.
Distressing damsels facing him (her?) were also his thing. The bastard had hurt Kaga the day before. He wouldn't stand for it.
So when he saw the state she was in, and the boy's (girl's?) grin, one that definitely wouldn't have been out of place in Makai, he pushed all aside and pulled his sickle from his waist. The only way of holding the bastard back was to kill him, and he'd seen death, created it, more times of than this new female likely had. So he did her a favour.
Coming up behind her he threw his sickle wide and swung it around until the thin wire attached to his blade coiled around him like a python and rested itself finally by sliding halfway through his thigh. He tugged violently, his wings flaring as he did, and watched as the wire cut through skin and bone until the boy was in pieces on the floor. It would take him a while to heal, likely.
He drew his sickle back to him and shook the blood off it, then picked up her jacket and turned to her. He tried to look harmless, which, considering he was a long nailed and fanged demon, wasn't all that easy. He held out a guiding hand, urging her to the table with her application. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying not to look at her torn blouse. He'd offer her his vest, but it likely would cover about the same amount of flesh.