[Therion's fast, but he's not vampire fast. Still, it's enough to keep him just out of reach, just out of grasp, combined with his gift; he's always just enough to the side that he can blink through Ricky's fingers. In this place, the fog is more his friend than anyone else's.
But he can't keep it up forever. Eventually, Ricky's too close, and Therion only has an instant to block his face and throat with his right arm, sacrificing it to Ricky's fangs.
...Though, if Ricky does bite down, he's going to chomp straight into a metal, rune-inscribed shackle he's been hiding under his hoodie's sleeve.
And at the same time, he flips the knife in his left hand into a hammer grip and jabs sideways, in towards Ricky's knee, just as flame from nowhere leaps to life along the blade.]
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But he can't keep it up forever. Eventually, Ricky's too close, and Therion only has an instant to block his face and throat with his right arm, sacrificing it to Ricky's fangs.
...Though, if Ricky does bite down, he's going to chomp straight into a metal, rune-inscribed shackle he's been hiding under his hoodie's sleeve.
And at the same time, he flips the knife in his left hand into a hammer grip and jabs sideways, in towards Ricky's knee, just as flame from nowhere leaps to life along the blade.]