[Oppression, hatred, murder--none of it was unfamiliar to Estarossa. Had he not been willing to destroy countless peoples' lives for the sake of his own race and in no small part because it was entertaining to him, he might have wondered why the strange neon creatures were harassing the humans and working themselves up to a riot. Estarossa, seated out on a bench with his arms spread out to take up as much space as possible and relax, looked like a bored audience member rather than a mere bystander. He didn't hide the fact that he was watching and how unwilling he was to help either side.]
This is pretty annoying. [Sighing through his nostrils, he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling as he pinched a bit of his hair and smiled at it from the corner of his eye. A whimper of resistance from one of the terrans caught his attention and he looked back to the confrontation, smiling through his annoyance.]
...Come on. Can't they stop being so noisy? They should just lie down and take it.
2. 409
[Naturally, it was Estarossa's inattention to detail that got him into trouble. The cocky sneer he wore when the creatures started pouring out of the air was snuffed out quickly when he failed to destroy the first one coming with a blast of his darkness. The stunned expression that replaced his sneer was just as quickly snuffed out by the sounds of his gagging when one of the creatures managed to close the gap, using his surprise as a chance to go for a quick kill.
The need to put in effort and exert himself was envigorating. The sense of impotence when his darkness failed to crush one of the monsters' bodies lead to an interesting moment in which one of them managed to get a tentacle around his throat. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Estarossa felt faint until he woke up and managed to conjure up a buzz-saw of darkness in his palm, messily sawing the creature's arm off with a satisfying wrenching noise. Once he got a hang of his dwindled power, Estarossa released a blissful sigh and went to work cutting the creature to shreds with something that felt closer to desperation than ease. It could have been easier even with his lessened power but it was fun to use his tools that way.
The darkness his father had bestowed upon him had been watered down to a puddle but he could still shape it. The sneer he wore was confirmation--Estarossa understood the importance of using a scalpel in surgery instead of an axe. Forcing his darkness to move and writhe to compensate for its weakness was an interesting alternative to burning more energy for a bigger result.
The only thing Estarossa failed to notice was that he looked like an absolute freak, laughing as he chopped into monstrosities with the blackened buzzsaw he conjured in his palm. When he was done, he was covered in blood and viscera with a sneer of complete and utter satisfaction. He had to find more of those things to get that elated feeling again.]
That... was a damned good workout. I've gotta do that more often.
[He went so far as to interrupt someone in the middle of fighting one of the creatures--] Hey! Leave it be, I want that one for myself!
Estarossa | The Seven Deadly Sins
[Oppression, hatred, murder--none of it was unfamiliar to Estarossa. Had he not been willing to destroy countless peoples' lives for the sake of his own race and in no small part because it was entertaining to him, he might have wondered why the strange neon creatures were harassing the humans and working themselves up to a riot. Estarossa, seated out on a bench with his arms spread out to take up as much space as possible and relax, looked like a bored audience member rather than a mere bystander. He didn't hide the fact that he was watching and how unwilling he was to help either side.]
This is pretty annoying. [Sighing through his nostrils, he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling as he pinched a bit of his hair and smiled at it from the corner of his eye. A whimper of resistance from one of the terrans caught his attention and he looked back to the confrontation, smiling through his annoyance.]
...Come on. Can't they stop being so noisy? They should just lie down and take it.
2. 409
[Naturally, it was Estarossa's inattention to detail that got him into trouble. The cocky sneer he wore when the creatures started pouring out of the air was snuffed out quickly when he failed to destroy the first one coming with a blast of his darkness. The stunned expression that replaced his sneer was just as quickly snuffed out by the sounds of his gagging when one of the creatures managed to close the gap, using his surprise as a chance to go for a quick kill.
The need to put in effort and exert himself was envigorating. The sense of impotence when his darkness failed to crush one of the monsters' bodies lead to an interesting moment in which one of them managed to get a tentacle around his throat. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Estarossa felt faint until he woke up and managed to conjure up a buzz-saw of darkness in his palm, messily sawing the creature's arm off with a satisfying wrenching noise. Once he got a hang of his dwindled power, Estarossa released a blissful sigh and went to work cutting the creature to shreds with something that felt closer to desperation than ease. It could have been easier even with his lessened power but it was fun to use his tools that way.
The darkness his father had bestowed upon him had been watered down to a puddle but he could still shape it. The sneer he wore was confirmation--Estarossa understood the importance of using a scalpel in surgery instead of an axe. Forcing his darkness to move and writhe to compensate for its weakness was an interesting alternative to burning more energy for a bigger result.
The only thing Estarossa failed to notice was that he looked like an absolute freak, laughing as he chopped into monstrosities with the blackened buzzsaw he conjured in his palm. When he was done, he was covered in blood and viscera with a sneer of complete and utter satisfaction. He had to find more of those things to get that elated feeling again.]
That... was a damned good workout. I've gotta do that more often.
[He went so far as to interrupt someone in the middle of fighting one of the creatures--] Hey! Leave it be, I want that one for myself!
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