We'll just take your word for it, then. Shirtless...ness being a necessity sounds like a real good deal, after all.
The highblood drops the lance once that new lance bashes into the side of his head, then he finds his head being tossed to the other side when that ridiculously high-blood proportioned horn clocks him real good. He allows himself a muffled pained snarl, clenching his teeth, and slowly brings his head back around to face the Summoner's smug looking mug.
"Smell you? That's all the motherfucking LEAST of your motherfucking worries in the terms of being CREEPY." The club suddenly materializes in his hand and he swings a few times as hard as he can, despite the fact that he knows just one good, solid hit could kill someone as small as the Summoner.
"I can be all kinds more motherfucking creepy, you know this. Been waiting to subject your motherfucking shitself to all kinds of things that'll make even the greatest motherfucker's skin crawl."
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The highblood drops the lance once that new lance bashes into the side of his head, then he finds his head being tossed to the other side when that ridiculously high-blood proportioned horn clocks him real good. He allows himself a muffled pained snarl, clenching his teeth, and slowly brings his head back around to face the Summoner's smug looking mug.
"Smell you? That's all the motherfucking LEAST of your motherfucking worries in the terms of being CREEPY." The club suddenly materializes in his hand and he swings a few times as hard as he can, despite the fact that he knows just one good, solid hit could kill someone as small as the Summoner.
"I can be all kinds more motherfucking creepy, you know this. Been waiting to subject your motherfucking shitself to all kinds of things that'll make even the greatest motherfucker's skin crawl."