there's a brief second where dean finally realizes he's dealing with something ... else that he almost looks scared, but he's been dealt plenty of monster curve balls that he recovers fast enough. so this isn't azazel — no demon he's ever seen could ... control shadows like that.
which is to say, he's gravely underestimated his opponent. but that doesn't mean he's about to back down. even if he basically just threw away his only weapon. it's fine, he can improvise. he just really thought that would've worked better than it did.
still. he doesn't like the look of this kid. something about him gives dean a bad feeling, a real case of the bad juju, so he may as well finish what he started. or go down fighting. he's not even particularly concerned that there might be people watching — hell, let them watch. when dean's this focused, he really doesn't give a shit about anything else than what's in front of him.
his mouth twitches into something that might be considered a smile if there were any warmth to it, but instead it's all sharp edges to complement his cocksure attitude. )
You have no idea, pal. ( it's practically a growl in that gravelly voice of his. he stares vanitas down, shifting his stance. he'll worry about retrieving his knife later; all he's got now is his fists and a whole lot of bravado. that, and his mouth. which he'll probably regret running. ) Those were some real neat tricks, but can you do anything else? ( come on, he dares you. )
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there's a brief second where dean finally realizes he's dealing with something ... else that he almost looks scared, but he's been dealt plenty of monster curve balls that he recovers fast enough. so this isn't azazel — no demon he's ever seen could ... control shadows like that.
which is to say, he's gravely underestimated his opponent. but that doesn't mean he's about to back down. even if he basically just threw away his only weapon. it's fine, he can improvise. he just really thought that would've worked better than it did.
still. he doesn't like the look of this kid. something about him gives dean a bad feeling, a real case of the bad juju, so he may as well finish what he started. or go down fighting. he's not even particularly concerned that there might be people watching — hell, let them watch. when dean's this focused, he really doesn't give a shit about anything else than what's in front of him.
his mouth twitches into something that might be considered a smile if there were any warmth to it, but instead it's all sharp edges to complement his cocksure attitude. )
You have no idea, pal. ( it's practically a growl in that gravelly voice of his. he stares vanitas down, shifting his stance. he'll worry about retrieving his knife later; all he's got now is his fists and a whole lot of bravado. that, and his mouth. which he'll probably regret running. ) Those were some real neat tricks, but can you do anything else? ( come on, he dares you. )