— i'll say a prayer, as i cast it to the flame

[redsoil]

WHO: set & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: check headers for specific dates/times
WHAT: a catch-all for everything during his time in-game
WARNINGS: physical violence, mentions of sexual abuse, hanahaki syndrome, etc.

Comments

[lackluster]

Is that supposed to scare me?

[ Tartaglia is always drawn in by the promise of chaos, much like a moth that doused itself in gasoline before heading right to an open flame. He can tell that this man is strong. He doesn't need a whole lot to happen in order to come to that conclusion. Just watching Set grapple with his blade with his bare hands is enough to paint the picture.

In the back of his mind, he wonders if he'd need to reach into the Abyss and call upon the Foul Legacy. The excitement that rises up is almost too intense to handle.

Right before the pole connects with him, he melds both of his blades at the ends and turns it into a spear, meeting the brunt of that attack head-on with a block. He grins wildly when he succeeds before putting all of his strength into pushing Set away from him, electricity crackling all around them. It gathers at the base of their feet, and grows in intensity until it's ready to burst and send them both flying if neither is careful enough.

Tartaglia is ready for it, of course, always willing to put himself in danger if it meant bringing his opponent down with him. ]