Kloudy
The Lore Savant
William had peered into the hole to be greeted with a rather unpleasant sound and a lot of gunfire, along then with the gun itself. He stopped, still looking through the hole in mild surprise as the bullets peppered him and the gun floated by, the room now becoming a vacuum as well. Sighing, the flesh demon stepped inside, his wound already healed, and brushed off his clothes, which were actually rather shabby given that they were his stowaway clothes. He really needed to find a finely-tailored suit sometime. But that was a matter for another time, he now turned his attention to the source of the screaming and instant attack. It appeared to be some young human who now held knife in his hands, already prepared to fight him. William grinned, "Oh, so you seek to challenge me? Well then, as a Gentleman, I accept." With a grin, he bowed briefly as four tentacles began to protrude from his back, slithering out as a long fleshy mass, lashing about randomly or snaking towards the boy. The wings and tail had gone at this point, but they were no longer necessary. William had been preparing for a fight in the open, but he was not impartial to close-quarter fighting such as this. He was a dueller after all. Continuing to walk forward slowly, the demon decided to give the artificial the chance to attack first, or say something for himself. All the while his four tentacles, each about as thick as one's torso, stayed primed behind him, like vipers waiting to strike, enhanced-bone tips gleaming in the light.
@Thetas
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