Ligur smirked evily. The angel was a) plastered and b) severely out of practise when it came to art of brawling with demons. For once Ligur had the upper hand.
After a quick glance at his lurk-mate he landed several blows at the angels torso and face.
"Take that," he sneered childishly. "Reckon that I'll use you as an example as to what happens to annoying little pricks what piss me and Hastur off."
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Date: 2006-02-16 02:34 am (UTC)After a quick glance at his lurk-mate he landed several blows at the angels torso and face.
"Take that," he sneered childishly. "Reckon that I'll use you as an example as to what happens to annoying little pricks what piss me and Hastur off."