May 26, 2017 3:38:18 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 26, 2017 3:38:18 GMT -5
初めまして。
mustang | 8/8
Beat watched in awe as Mustang cleaved the Centaur's leg. Each swing shook the air around the blade. The broadsword's incredible heft seemed like nothing in Mustang's grip as it glided beautifully through the limbs of their aggressor. Beat played no part now except for the enamoured spectator. Mustang's combat was cinematic. Like a drama in slow-motion. Where violence married aesthetic and pushed the envelope in the deliverance of crude beauty.
His limbs fell to his sides limply. Beat panted hard, his upper body heaving up and down with every tired breath. As the Centaur Warlord faded away into the concealed realm of code, the rush peppered his excited celebration:
"DUDE! You fucking slaughtered that son of a bitch!" Beat howled. "WHOO! YEAH! WE DID IT! WE FUCKIN' DID I—"
Mustang's hug caught him off-guard, but he soon recovered. He quickly reciprocated, laughing as he pulled his buddy closer. Whether it was from fatigue or the thrill of battle, Beat didn't know. But the embrace was held longer. Just a tad longer—and he thought nothing odd of it.
Beat watched in awe as Mustang cleaved the Centaur's leg. Each swing shook the air around the blade. The broadsword's incredible heft seemed like nothing in Mustang's grip as it glided beautifully through the limbs of their aggressor. Beat played no part now except for the enamoured spectator. Mustang's combat was cinematic. Like a drama in slow-motion. Where violence married aesthetic and pushed the envelope in the deliverance of crude beauty.
His limbs fell to his sides limply. Beat panted hard, his upper body heaving up and down with every tired breath. As the Centaur Warlord faded away into the concealed realm of code, the rush peppered his excited celebration:
"DUDE! You fucking slaughtered that son of a bitch!" Beat howled. "WHOO! YEAH! WE DID IT! WE FUCKIN' DID I—"
Mustang's hug caught him off-guard, but he soon recovered. He quickly reciprocated, laughing as he pulled his buddy closer. Whether it was from fatigue or the thrill of battle, Beat didn't know. But the embrace was held longer. Just a tad longer—and he thought nothing odd of it.
MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
