Do you want to risk it? Sounds like I've got nothing to lose.
[ The fact that Fizz struggles as wildly as he does amuses him to no end because he is A Deadly Sin, The King of Greed, and here is this imp wiggling around like a worm on a hook. The arms might protect him temporarily, but they are only delaying the inevitable, any chance he had at getting out of this unscathed went out the window the moment he spit in his face.
To add insult to injury, he waggles the wing above his head, spraying him with the golden blood flowing from the end. ]
You dropped something. Sit still, yeah? Gotta make some room for that spine you decided to grow overnight!
[ And that's when Mammon learns the hard way that things have changed. He is so blinded by his rage that he's already grabbing for the second wing when Blitzø appears on the scene. The feeling of something against his back has him stopping short of actually grabbing the other wing but he hasn't released Fizz yet. Not until that blade sticks in his left eye and has him stumbling back with a howl. Only then does he drop the clown, using one blood-caked hand to reach behind him and grab for Blitzø's tail.
If Mammon gets it, his heroics will be rewarded by him being whipped around and flung into the nearest wall. Either way, one of his other hands grasps at his face, that wicked smile nearly unhinged. ]
You're gonna regret that.
[ Plumes of green smoke are already starting to seep out of mouth, out of the holes currently peppering his face. He actually laughs, stretching two arms out to either side. Two imps taking on him? Him? Mammon? Not fucking likely. He might have stopped growing but he still towers over them both, voice commanding the respect he is unlikely to receive today. ]
Feeling good about the odds, are ya? So was he.
[ ... and he promptly throws Fizz's severed wing at Blitzø's feet. ]
I'm kinda har-- oop, bad time?
[ The fact that Fizz struggles as wildly as he does amuses him to no end because he is A Deadly Sin, The King of Greed, and here is this imp wiggling around like a worm on a hook. The arms might protect him temporarily, but they are only delaying the inevitable, any chance he had at getting out of this unscathed went out the window the moment he spit in his face.
To add insult to injury, he waggles the wing above his head, spraying him with the golden blood flowing from the end. ]
You dropped something. Sit still, yeah? Gotta make some room for that spine you decided to grow overnight!
[ And that's when Mammon learns the hard way that things have changed. He is so blinded by his rage that he's already grabbing for the second wing when Blitzø appears on the scene. The feeling of something against his back has him stopping short of actually grabbing the other wing but he hasn't released Fizz yet. Not until that blade sticks in his left eye and has him stumbling back with a howl. Only then does he drop the clown, using one blood-caked hand to reach behind him and grab for Blitzø's tail.
If Mammon gets it, his heroics will be rewarded by him being whipped around and flung into the nearest wall. Either way, one of his other hands grasps at his face, that wicked smile nearly unhinged. ]
You're gonna regret that.
[ Plumes of green smoke are already starting to seep out of mouth, out of the holes currently peppering his face. He actually laughs, stretching two arms out to either side. Two imps taking on him? Him? Mammon? Not fucking likely. He might have stopped growing but he still towers over them both, voice commanding the respect he is unlikely to receive today. ]
Feeling good about the odds, are ya? So was he.
[ ... and he promptly throws Fizz's severed wing at Blitzø's feet. ]