( Even among the buzzing and creatures moving around them, Conan is sharply aware of the fact that the person who is now pressed against him is magical in a way. He can smell it in the air - faint but there. And something else he can't quite figure out. It's something to worry about when this is done, though.
Bright eyes flick to the other man before lifting back to another of the creatures. His hand abandons the one unmoving against the tree, lifeless in a mess of splinters. He doesn't give a verbal response to those words, but he does reach up to pull his beanie off. The way he shoves it towards the other is a demand for him to hold it as he takes a few steps forward.
He's ruthless in the way he lashes out at the others. Grabbing and tearing with strong hands and claws, pinning and snapping limbs, violent and unyielding scratches and hits that leave the creatures in a gruesome scene around them.
When he's done, he's glancing back with an arched brow. Hands covered in blood, clothes and face decorated with smaller arcs and splatters.
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Bright eyes flick to the other man before lifting back to another of the creatures. His hand abandons the one unmoving against the tree, lifeless in a mess of splinters. He doesn't give a verbal response to those words, but he does reach up to pull his beanie off. The way he shoves it towards the other is a demand for him to hold it as he takes a few steps forward.
He's ruthless in the way he lashes out at the others. Grabbing and tearing with strong hands and claws, pinning and snapping limbs, violent and unyielding scratches and hits that leave the creatures in a gruesome scene around them.
When he's done, he's glancing back with an arched brow. Hands covered in blood, clothes and face decorated with smaller arcs and splatters.
He took care of it. )