[ now here's a promising start to his night. asura's face splits into a wide grin as the dogs surround him, four of them enough to approach him from all sides. his pulse surges, pulling the thick rot of the air into his lungs like a fresh spring breeze. even without his powers, asura is well built and with the martial prowess to back up his reckless arrogance.
twirling his makeshift weapon from hand to hand, he bides his time, waiting for the dogs to step in range rather than rush to meet them. he takes stock of each beast's approach, gauging their relative speeds, their distance, and he finally taks a half step forward to meet the closest one before the others gain any more ground. he cracks the rod into the side of the hound's skull, jabbing it into the center of its throat as it pitches to the side. he knows these things are not quite alive, so though he moves on to the next hound, he keeps the momentarily incapacitated one in his periphery.
he strikes the second in the center of its back, then hooks the back of his rod under the belly of the third, flipping it back into the mist. the fourth is too close to hit with his weapon by then and he kicks it instead, catching it in the neck. he stomps down, pinning it with his foot, then shoves the first dog back down with the rod. it's at this point that he calls out— ]
You just gonna watch, or...? [ asura doesn't need the help, or least that's his assessment of the situation, but he isn't thrilled with providing someone else with a show. ]
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twirling his makeshift weapon from hand to hand, he bides his time, waiting for the dogs to step in range rather than rush to meet them. he takes stock of each beast's approach, gauging their relative speeds, their distance, and he finally taks a half step forward to meet the closest one before the others gain any more ground. he cracks the rod into the side of the hound's skull, jabbing it into the center of its throat as it pitches to the side. he knows these things are not quite alive, so though he moves on to the next hound, he keeps the momentarily incapacitated one in his periphery.
he strikes the second in the center of its back, then hooks the back of his rod under the belly of the third, flipping it back into the mist. the fourth is too close to hit with his weapon by then and he kicks it instead, catching it in the neck. he stomps down, pinning it with his foot, then shoves the first dog back down with the rod. it's at this point that he calls out— ]
You just gonna watch, or...? [ asura doesn't need the help, or least that's his assessment of the situation, but he isn't thrilled with providing someone else with a show. ]