Blitzø is well aware that this is exactly like some stupid fucking cowboy schtick, and therefore exactly Striker's scene, because apparently he can't even have a fucking horse riding lesson now without needing to keep his guard up. He was only grateful that apparently they both understood that involving the horses themselves was Too Far and this had ended up somewhere else.
The downside of that was that there was sweet fuck all for him beyond a lot of sand, which yeah he could use that a bit but there's only so much throwing shit in someone's face will get you. So that left the backup plan, which was also usually the only plan: irritate the shit out of Striker and hope that he fucked up enough for him to get an opening.
"Christ on a stick you're a needy fucker. Are you still mad that I didn't take your deal and fuck you like you wanted back at the Harvest Moon Festival?"
His gaze flicks over Striker and, without warning, Blitzø throws himself towards the other imp. "Come to daddy, bitch!"
Why in the hell is it always a sex thing with these guys? There's a moment where his expression briefly shifts into something reminiscent of here we go again before he slips back into character and cracks his neck, gesturing for Blitzø to make the first move. One of them isn't going to be walking away from this particular encounter and he's confidant the victory will be his.
"Dust on the wind, deal's old news."
When he lunges, he is there to meet him, tilting his face down to sneer into his. A quick sidestep keeps him from getting barreled into as he grabs a fistful of his coat and throws his weight into an attempt to pin Blitzø to the ground. He hasn't even gone for his own weapons yet, grinning like the cat that got the canary. Oh, he's got a plan this time and he'll enact his retribution viciously.
"No, I'm keen on livin' and the word 'round here? Says you bring Death with you. Hell of a thing to do to the ones who care about you, ain't it?"
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The downside of that was that there was sweet fuck all for him beyond a lot of sand, which yeah he could use that a bit but there's only so much throwing shit in someone's face will get you. So that left the backup plan, which was also usually the only plan: irritate the shit out of Striker and hope that he fucked up enough for him to get an opening.
"Christ on a stick you're a needy fucker. Are you still mad that I didn't take your deal and fuck you like you wanted back at the Harvest Moon Festival?"
His gaze flicks over Striker and, without warning, Blitzø throws himself towards the other imp. "Come to daddy, bitch!"
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"Dust on the wind, deal's old news."
When he lunges, he is there to meet him, tilting his face down to sneer into his. A quick sidestep keeps him from getting barreled into as he grabs a fistful of his coat and throws his weight into an attempt to pin Blitzø to the ground. He hasn't even gone for his own weapons yet, grinning like the cat that got the canary. Oh, he's got a plan this time and he'll enact his retribution viciously.
"No, I'm keen on livin' and the word 'round here? Says you bring Death with you. Hell of a thing to do to the ones who care about you, ain't it?"