Ankyra Sound the devil's garden

lafayette did not want to spill blood today.

but that was a lie; he did, he did, he yearned for the chance to strip the hide off this trespasser. and if he could catch up, he would.

sapphique, though, had more than its share of problems. he saw the man look back and snapped his teeth, bright in the gloaming rain. he growled himself and surged forward, looking to snap at the devil's ankles.

get out! lafayette shrieked, voice harsh and distorted by the rain.

he wouldn't rest until this man was far from the cliffs.