❂ (wiping blood off their face) // if you want ~
You’d think a being dressed head to toe in white garments would take more care in a fight. After all, red was hard to get out of clothes, but you’d be wrong. The quincy didn’t care in the slightest, and such was his fun that he didn’t notice Michaelis in the vicinity as he brutally slew a hollow.
Or maybe he did notice and sought to show of. Or threaten (If you mess with me, this’ll be you). The creature gave one last pitiful cry, before it stilled, the quincy looking Sebastian’s way and to his surprise, the other male was making a beeline for him. A sneer twisted the cyborg’s face. So, the demon wanted a fight did he. Well, that could --
To his surprise, the man meant him no harm and had only come close to clean the blood of the teeth of his helmet. Frozen, he gave a confused rumble, eyeing the demon, looking for a more reasonable ulterior motive. Was he trying to lower his guard? Fat chance, the quincy snorted to himself, allowing him to do as he would but coiled to strike.