Glamour Down

His spear cleaves through the enemies as if they were made of paper. Scales and armor both wield beneath the strength of his blow. Oh, some manage to hit back- but whatever meager damage they inflict, his runes heal him by the time they drop dead.

Let it be known that Cu Alter is really, really good at killing people dead.

He hears a yell on his left, the corner of his eyes catching sight of a small body smacking a ghoul in the face with her staff. Caster, Artoria, fights like a whirlwind by his side, kicking, punching, and throwing explosive vials all over the place.

Huh. A mage who actually jumps into the fray. A rarity.

That is unnecessary,  however. While that is a respectable attempt, Cu Alter would be a terrible servant if he let his allies get hurt. As such, he calls out for her: “Caster, get back. I will-”

Caster turns to look at him.

Cu Alter knows a thing or two about the fae. Seeing that this girl had a glamour on is no surprise. But this- this is more than just slit eyes, more than just sharp teeth. It’s the way she’s looking at him, it’s the way she’s baring these fangs. It’s in the way her shoulders tense, her fingers curl more like claws than human hands.

She growls low, an almost inaudible sound in the middle of a battle, and all he can think of is oh. This girl is an animal.

The fight already had his blood pumping, but that sight, that sight- he can feel his heart speed up even more. She looks weak, but resourceful. Could she take him? Probably not. But how long could she hold up against him? He’s sure she could find a way to hurt him in a way that actually matters. Oh, he wants to test it. Oh, he wants to see it.

“Castoria!” An arrow flies between the two of them as Robin calls out to the girl. “Get back!”

The change is instantaneous. In a literal blink, the girl’s pupils turn round again. The teeth shrink. Her body language is still rough, but the beastliest parts of her are suddenly muted, like a switch turned off. “Coming!” 

Oh, this is painful to watch, the complete erasure of any uncomfortable bits. She looks… Domesticated isn’t quite the right word. Muzzled, perhaps. That wild animal is now back in the role of little girl, tucked safely in the cage of ribs inside her chest.

Cu Alter swings his spear without even thinking about it, slicing an approaching ghoul in half. What would it take, to tear those shackles off ? What would it take, to see this look again? He wants to know. He wants to know how much she’s holding back. He wants to know what she is like when free of all restraints.

A grin breaks through his face, showing all his teeth. After this fight, perhaps, he’ll poke and push. See if he can find the straps of that muzzle. He is first and foremost a guard dog, but he can act as a hunting hound just as well. Let it be known that Cu Alter is really, really good at dragging animals out in the open.

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