[ Gone is his gentle demeanor, and in its place stands Shouto, the moniker he chose for his hero name. Cold and unyielding, he stands above him, silent like a mountain. Bruises mar almost every inch of his throat, but he makes no move to check the damage. Instead, he steps forward, and ice ruptures from his right foot to trap Allen all the way to his neck.
Don't move.
He seems to say without words as he straightens to look at him, assessing him at a glance before kneeling down next to him. ]
Let.
[ A cold mist spills from his mouth, his voice hoarse from the pain it takes to talk. ]
no subject
Don't move.
He seems to say without words as he straightens to look at him, assessing him at a glance before kneeling down next to him. ]
Let.
[ A cold mist spills from his mouth, his voice hoarse from the pain it takes to talk. ]
Him. Go.