TURN AWAY FROM ALL THAT I KNOW // Asmodeus

[ASMODEUS DI-ANGELO]

"natus vincere" ✭ asmodeus ── he was still on the ground as he turned to face dante and as he looked up the hybrid's paw was already tapping at his neck, pinning hiim to the ground. He shifted his position, maw parting slightly to allow air into his windpipe. dug at the ground underneath him to create a small pocket so he could boost himself out of it but that's when dante began applying pressure. alarmingly quickly, too, the cub turned to face him, a grimace on his lips, claws unsheathing. so he was going to play serious now, huh? well then so was jormungand's child. optics flashd electric blue as muscles bunched, claws attempting to dig into dante's pawpad and push with all his strength to get at least a little bit more air in. if that would work he'd strain some more, teeth gritted and hopefully, maybe slip out from underneath the male and run to the side, away from him, chest dragging in large gulps of air.

"speech"