[ the only thing that's delaying dito is the fact that the goddamn squelch and the direct feeling of his spear slicing straight through is only serving to give him a shudder here. oh, he's really, really starting to get excited. he honestly can't help the fact that he's outright grinning now, or that he's starting to quietly laugh to himself even as the creature tries to use its more human features to contest against what dito's doing.
great, great. perfect, actually. dito wants to split those ugly fucking arms open and see how much they bleed, honestly.
his pupils dilate as he suddenly attempts to shove his boot straight against the creature's disgusting excuse of where a face is supposed to be. right where his spear's impaled, obviously wanting to pull his weapon out.
even as he directly notices that the thing is fighting back, and yes — he's using any momentum from his foot to push off the creature, jerking himself and his weapon away from it. it's not a perfect avoid per se (especially given the extra seconds it takes for him to yank his spear out), but dito's realizing he doesn't have the luxury of messing around here as he backs off for a second, trying to gauge this thing's attack level. ]
Fucking hell—
[ he's bitching. of course he's bitching. that's what he's good at. but he's still kind of excited here, so there's that. he's actually smiling while he's bitching this time.
at least it bleeds. dito wants more of that blood, he thinks, as he rotates his spear in his hands. ]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
[ he sounds unnecessarily enthusiastic about this right now. ]
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great, great. perfect, actually. dito wants to split those ugly fucking arms open and see how much they bleed, honestly.
his pupils dilate as he suddenly attempts to shove his boot straight against the creature's disgusting excuse of where a face is supposed to be. right where his spear's impaled, obviously wanting to pull his weapon out.
even as he directly notices that the thing is fighting back, and yes — he's using any momentum from his foot to push off the creature, jerking himself and his weapon away from it. it's not a perfect avoid per se (especially given the extra seconds it takes for him to yank his spear out), but dito's realizing he doesn't have the luxury of messing around here as he backs off for a second, trying to gauge this thing's attack level. ]
Fucking hell—
[ he's bitching. of course he's bitching. that's what he's good at. but he's still kind of excited here, so there's that. he's actually smiling while he's bitching this time.
at least it bleeds. dito wants more of that blood, he thinks, as he rotates his spear in his hands. ]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...
[ he sounds unnecessarily enthusiastic about this right now. ]