coming 'pon her makes flins halt in his tracks, fool's gold gaze narrowing in thought. the ghosts are... quiet. he doubts it will last for long.
" hello, " he greets when stepping closer, lantern glowing brightly where it is held in his hand. ...
though rifthounds are indeed rare to encounter they are not an * unknown enemy. with teeth and claw infused with elemental and abyssal power they make a dangerous foe———and flins has slain a good few over his long, long vigil.
@laikabased is different; ...
held high and warding off the aggressive ghosts of the cemetery. " please stay close to me, if you will. "
he doesn't doubt her prowess, many souls 'pon their plane have some sort of combat knowledge, and yet... it is simply the gentleman in him that ...