[It's actually a little bit fascinating, how bewilderingly well the tactic works. For someone who clearly covets being in control, and whose sadism is rooted in the ability to manipulate and toy with his prey, Chuuya's collateral damage gambit genuinely seems to be getting under the crow's skin; behind his mask, his eyes flick instantly to where Fawkes is teetering on his feet in his cage of bombs, gauging the distance between Chuuya and his toy.
You're planning to ruin him, just to annoy me, the crow murmurs, eyes narrowing with a peculiar brand of hatred. Do you really think I won't make you suffer for that?
As if for emphasis, a warning explosion goes off in the air near Chuuya's leg — the one he'd used to quake the ground.]
THEY ARE GREAT ICONS
You're planning to ruin him, just to annoy me, the crow murmurs, eyes narrowing with a peculiar brand of hatred. Do you really think I won't make you suffer for that?
As if for emphasis, a warning explosion goes off in the air near Chuuya's leg — the one he'd used to quake the ground.]