Hope is a subtle glutton, he feeds upon the fair,
And yet, inspected closely, what abstinence is there!
"Are you done talking yet?"
Allister did not attack without expecting a trick, and trick was to be expected when fighting other demons. how do you think they got their stereotypes after all? Seriously thought, did all this guy talk about was how amazing he was because he'd lived one hundred years. Allister never advertised his life span, not the kind of thing you'd expect to be so important right? Whatever, some demons were weird like that...Allister disengaged his blade from Prokopios, obviously he idea had not worked so why hang around and get hit? Allister stepped back, bringing his sword in front of him to parry Prokopios' other blade or at least make it glance off his own blade and change directions so he would not get cut.
His is the halcyon table, that never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed, the same amounts remain.