going to the discotheque, nothings wrong with me

Ugh, she definitely didn't stop. As much as he loved to bug her, Ellery was the big old wrench just waiting to foil his plans, and he cursed inside his head that he let her get the jump on him. Judas and Ramiel were much easier to give the runaround, whereas the blonde knight would clobber him swiftly and thoroughly without hesitation. It wasn't that he couldn't scrap, it was that he'd already learned several times that there was simply not enough of him to stand up against the Hervok. For now, that extra heft and muscle on the woman was to his advantage as it sank her even deeper into the estruary's bowels; it wouldn't stay that way for long.

He did his best to stay facing her as he moved, doing his best to maintain the distance between them despite her determined approach. He didn't want to bolt yet, he wanted to have fun and banter.

"Gods, you're a literal stick in the mud, you know that?" he called out to her as they moved together.

"Perhaps I can't, but Clouse is much smaller. You'd be surprised at the places I've been able to stowe 'im."