04-19-2018, 01:53 PM
Sticky blood on his claws was certainly a different experience than blood spattering his hand while holding a dagger. Not that Beck hadn't brandished claws before, but he was beginning to learn that blood-soaked fur was disgusting. His honey-brown glare admired the crimson speckling his paws for a feigned heatbeat, before flicking the gooey droplets of Roy's blood off and wiping the residue on his chest in a fruitless attempt to smear it away. He had skidded from the momentum of his lunge, turning a sharp corner to counter. Ignoring the field's grits digging into his paw pads and snapping his attention back to Roy, he found himself bewildered why the tiger was staring down at his own paw. Beck's vision may have been as blind as a mole in floodlights, but when he trained his sight on the exact same patch of skin, he could vaguely trace out a circle with markings inside. A pentagram? His split brow furrowed at the thought of another creature with a demonic seal similar to the one engraved onto his left palm -- er, pad.
However, as much as he would have loved to ponder Roy's deepest, darkest secrets, he wasn't permitted enough time to contemplate the strange discovery, as soon enough Roy was snapping around like a mad man. "Demon!" Beck hypocritically shrieked out in an accusing tone right as a fireball whizzed past his left and crashed into a tree, to which he tumbled away from. From there, all Beck could do was duck and dive through the tall grass to avoid the abrupt inferno, although that strategy was rendered useless as the dry field caught fire as well. The poltergeist had been frantically patting out embers sprinkling his flank when Roy's aim finally locked onto him. Firelight reflected a hazy amber within his lantern-like eyes as they stretched wide in panic at the flames hurdling towards his hunched form; reflex suggested he flatten himself to the heated earth and shield his head with trembling arms. At the last moment, Beck got a handle on his common sense and disappeared from existence, but not without flames managing to scorch him. When the fire died out upon hitting its target, Beck was nowhere to be seen -- save for a pile of scattered ashes and the horrid smell of charred hair. In reality, the cinder served its purpose as a decoy, while the invisible entity circled around to prepare an ambush as a last resort.
[align=center]»――➤However, as much as he would have loved to ponder Roy's deepest, darkest secrets, he wasn't permitted enough time to contemplate the strange discovery, as soon enough Roy was snapping around like a mad man. "Demon!" Beck hypocritically shrieked out in an accusing tone right as a fireball whizzed past his left and crashed into a tree, to which he tumbled away from. From there, all Beck could do was duck and dive through the tall grass to avoid the abrupt inferno, although that strategy was rendered useless as the dry field caught fire as well. The poltergeist had been frantically patting out embers sprinkling his flank when Roy's aim finally locked onto him. Firelight reflected a hazy amber within his lantern-like eyes as they stretched wide in panic at the flames hurdling towards his hunched form; reflex suggested he flatten himself to the heated earth and shield his head with trembling arms. At the last moment, Beck got a handle on his common sense and disappeared from existence, but not without flames managing to scorch him. When the fire died out upon hitting its target, Beck was nowhere to be seen -- save for a pile of scattered ashes and the horrid smell of charred hair. In reality, the cinder served its purpose as a decoy, while the invisible entity circled around to prepare an ambush as a last resort.