[Unfortunately the Scouts-- whoever they might be-- are not here to aid Venus in his hour of need. Luckily for him, he gets Dito. And Dito is having the time of his fucking life. The disciple's blood pounds a triumphant and savage battle hymn in his ears, a perfect tempo to accompany the horrifying screams and the intoxicating odor of spilled blood.]
HERE COMES PERFORATED DEATH, YOU FUCKING WALKING CORPSE!
[Dodging a few insects as they attempt to dive-bomb him from above, Dito charges straight for the zealot with almost preternatural speed, knocking its weapon off its trajectory with a large and wicked looking spear. Wisps of inky-black smoke stream off of his shoulders as he moves, like some sort of shadowy cape.
He takes a second to flash a wild and bestial grin at Venus, his eyes bright with mirth.]
Hope you don't mind if I cut in. I can never resist a good dance! Ahahahahaha!
b | cw for this whole ass thread: Dito being Dito (aka fetishization of violence and gore)
HERE COMES PERFORATED DEATH, YOU FUCKING WALKING CORPSE!
[Dodging a few insects as they attempt to dive-bomb him from above, Dito charges straight for the zealot with almost preternatural speed, knocking its weapon off its trajectory with a large and wicked looking spear. Wisps of inky-black smoke stream off of his shoulders as he moves, like some sort of shadowy cape.
He takes a second to flash a wild and bestial grin at Venus, his eyes bright with mirth.]
Hope you don't mind if I cut in. I can never resist a good dance! Ahahahahaha!