A slight limp in one leg, a difference in speed between both of his clawed hands. One wing was fluttering slightly every time he did a wide spin. It had a lot of fur and hair was covering many of its eyes. The eyes. The eyes were how he was keeping pace with everything. Saturn didn’t like the idea but with the reliquaries on the ground maybe…
Saturn would scoop up one of them, charging it with mana and with a little bit of a bleep it’d flash the both of them with a blinding light; clearly it didn’t like that and saturn dropped it. Rubbing one of his eyes, thankfully so did gunther but he had more eyes that needed attention and the demon huffed over and over again rubbing at the many different placed orbs.
”Rrr… cheap.”
”So is talk but will you listen?”
”...You killed silver…”
”He’s only unconscious.”
”...Not dead?”
”Not dead.”
The demonic werewolf’s shoulders slumped a bit and he could see the rage leaving it’s body as it seemed to look back at the brother. Saturn was dead certain he had to do the same thing to the demonic warhound in front of him but there was a gentle undertone and hopefulness to the ‘not dead’ that made him consider otherwise. He’d ponder for a moment before asking.
”Do we need to fight Gunther?”
”You aren’t brothers. Mother said I have to fight not brothers and not family.”
There was a hostility in that voice as it turned back, grateful that its brother wasn’t dead and it’d spread it’s claws. It’s lips breaking into a smile that would make even a demon jealous.
”Won’t kill you, will stop you. Mother can make you work with us. Then be brother and then we talk.”
Saturn didn’t have a rebuttal as gunther’s attacks began in earnest after that realization. Saturn didn’t like the idea of serving their mother and would have to sneak in strikes from time to time. Gunther was ripped, he was powerful, he was strong. There was much about him that sang of wrong to the demon. Not being able to block his attacks was problematic and the blows that did get through hurt a lot and made his head spin. Not poison but the concussive force was enough to where if saturn didn’t go flying he wished he had.
He managed to dance out of the way of one blow and landed one of his own, it felt like hitting an adamantine wall with a wooden mallet. He wasn’t going to get through that without breaking his own arms. It was insane how resilient that gunther was when they were focused. Did he have some sort of defensive ability to harden him? He figured as much when he saw that one attack that he wasn’t expecting made the wolf hop back a bit; grunting in pain.
”So you can use magic.”
”Lots. More than Regent and Silver.”
The demonic warhound seemed proud of that fact and sprang forward at the once demi-god. Catching him with a blow that sent him flying again, through more trees and crashing into the hill he had come down from. Practically burying him for a moment before saturn just lifted the whole hill up with both hands. Causing the demon to skid to a stop with what he was seeing. Saturn would heave and throw it forward; crashing the hill into the demon with a giant plume of dirt, rock and gravel. Grass went everywhere and saturn huffed as he called sleeping dragon back to his hand.
Didn’t know you could do that.
Didn’t know I could either.
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