"Pretty close. She's an Enfield. Supposedly protectors of your
lovers body until they were put in the grave." Zorra says, and Fox
lifts up her front talons and taps them against the floor happily.
"She's smart and a great fighter, so I like to bring her every once
in a while." Zorra adds.
Death heads for the gym, not waiting to see if he'll follow.
Death rolls his eyes, grabs Daphnes' arm, and twists it behind his
back, pulling it up enough so it's uncomfortable, but not very
painful. "Its extremely simple. You know what a punch is, and a
kick. Really, that's all you need to know for me to teach you. As
long as you're willing to learn."
Death releases him quickly, moving his hand so Daphnes can't bite
it. "Never bite me. You break skin, and you'll find yourself with a
mouthful of deadly poison that stings to the touch."
"Sorry, I don't go around telling people my blood is poison. Tends
to scare people. And most of the time, I want them to bite me,
because I'm fighting them." Death says, unsheathing his gold claws
and inspecting them carefully.
Death looks amused. "There are worse things about me than my blood
that you need to be worried about. Like these." He holds up his
claws. "They are made of golden fire, and burn really bad if you
get a scratch from them. Same with my fangs." He smiles, showing
gold fangs where his canines should be.