@BeholdDamnation -- the other as much as the other.

@BeholdDamnation ||: Strange. I could have sworn I replied to this one. Let me type up a reply in a moment.

@BeholdDamnation It was at this point that the old mutt had begun to get on the Deorum's nerves by once again emerging on his side. --

@BeholdDamnation -- Provided that his field of vision, depth and higher sense of perception made it so that it was only moderately --

@BeholdDamnation -- challenging for him to keep up with Stark's whereabouts, it wasn't chasing him down that got him annoyed. It was that --

@BeholdDamnation -- the supposedly proud Daeva warrior would choose to ambush him with attacks from the side rather than facing him from --

@BeholdDamnation -- up front. "I've had just about enough of your buffoonery, mutt...!" CLANG! The gauntlet piece at the Daeva's wrist --

@BeholdDamnation -- had clashed with a blunt object, the impact sparking a bright glint and echoing a metallic chime. The blunt object --

@BeholdDamnation -- was then revealed to be the back of his bare fist - the only free one at the moment with the other buried deep in his --

@BeholdDamnation -- pocket - keeping Stark's flaming grip far enough away from coming to contact with his silhouette. With no time to --

@BeholdDamnation -- waste, a leg had flung up to deliver a roundhouse kick aimed for the Daeva's neck but with a twist; in the midst of --

@BeholdDamnation -- the attack, the very same leg had reshaped itself to a scythe-like blade, obsidian in appearance, clearly aimed at --

@BeholdDamnation -- decapitation.

@BeholdDamnation This would give rise to the probability that he'd indeed underestimated his opponent so far despite his doubt. The --

@BeholdDamnation -- reflexes that allowed the Daeva to elude his roundhouse entirely at nearly point blank range were surely a testament --

@BeholdDamnation -- to that, as was the counter-action. He'd lost balance but the swipe across his supporting leg merely tripped him --

@BeholdDamnation -- rather than rip it off entirely, with the loud 'CLANG!' again sounding upon impact. A handful of gashes had formed in --

@BeholdDamnation -- its wake, and now he'd make sure not to let such a thing happen again. Before it got any further and he hit the --

@BeholdDamnation -- ground, a multitude of spicules burst from his entire body starting from the chest, directed not only towards the old --

@BeholdDamnation -- mutt but the entire area that surrounded him, a strategy to keep him away.