[ Threats and taunts fall on deaf ears, Thanatos waiting for Yato to run, but when he does not: it tears towards where Yato stands the moment he draws that sword, the serrated blade Thanatos carries sending sparks in the air as it cuts through the mouth of the scabbard on its belt in drawing it.
In sword fighting, Thanatos is still sloppy, worse by the day as Ryoji struggles against the instinct as Thanatos to slice apart the earth and kill all that stands in its way, struggling against not blind rage, but a certain coldness that allows Thanatos to stand there, see so clearly that person once— still— considered a friend, and not care where its blade falls. That is what scares Ryoji more than anything right now, as Thanatos' blade crosses with Yato's: the not caring.
Thanatos is relentless because it does not care, of pain or anger, be it dealt or received. There is no sympathy in those empty eyes, no consideration for an even match when its idea of mercy is granting Yato a swift and clean death. The sword in its hand slashes down, a single cut with the force of a hurricane that strips leaves and branches off the surrounding trees. But regardless of how or where or if it lands, Thanatos recoils sharply on impact as if stung, a human heart that still hurts, somewhere. ]
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In sword fighting, Thanatos is still sloppy, worse by the day as Ryoji struggles against the instinct as Thanatos to slice apart the earth and kill all that stands in its way, struggling against not blind rage, but a certain coldness that allows Thanatos to stand there, see so clearly that person once— still— considered a friend, and not care where its blade falls. That is what scares Ryoji more than anything right now, as Thanatos' blade crosses with Yato's: the not caring.
Thanatos is relentless because it does not care, of pain or anger, be it dealt or received. There is no sympathy in those empty eyes, no consideration for an even match when its idea of mercy is granting Yato a swift and clean death. The sword in its hand slashes down, a single cut with the force of a hurricane that strips leaves and branches off the surrounding trees. But regardless of how or where or if it lands, Thanatos recoils sharply on impact as if stung, a human heart that still hurts, somewhere. ]