[He doesn't answer back, only flies over to the Gate at the appointed time, because of course he must have an appropriately dramatic entrance. What kind of self-respecting goth would he be if he didn't, gosh.
Nonetheless, he does not seem to share her shit-eating grin or even wear a particularly smug expression of his own going into this fight, as he usually might. He looks...tired, honestly. Worn out in that way only a person who is too stressed to exist can, and he doesn't even bother with trash talk when he takes Harbinger off his back and extends it into its full scythe form.]
No death blows. [he confirms, at last, though he does not stop talking there] But I'm planning to go until one of us stops getting up. You still in?
shall we handwave/fade out the actual fighty part?
Nonetheless, he does not seem to share her shit-eating grin or even wear a particularly smug expression of his own going into this fight, as he usually might. He looks...tired, honestly. Worn out in that way only a person who is too stressed to exist can, and he doesn't even bother with trash talk when he takes Harbinger off his back and extends it into its full scythe form.]
No death blows. [he confirms, at last, though he does not stop talking there] But I'm planning to go until one of us stops getting up. You still in?