RONIN
the dark star
"Gods, I don't even know. I'd say that I'd imagine your life would be terribly boring without me, but honestly, I've seen the shit you get up to Jata. I don't think it would be." With a grin that might be misconstrued as sweet under the right circumstances, Ronin reaches out as if to affectionately pat the other man's good cheek, but it's much less pat and more practically a slap - oh well. He is still trying to catch his breath when the Flood lurches to try and shove him away, and Ronin grumbles out a curse as he's sent sprawling back into the sand.
Covered in blood and bruises and dirt, the Star finds his feet again, fists up as if to indicate he's ready for Jata as soon as his brains unscramble. It's a lie, of course - when does he ever wait for Sunjata to be ready? Darting forward as soon as the Flood makes it off the floor, his leg is sweeping to try and send him down again.
Covered in blood and bruises and dirt, the Star finds his feet again, fists up as if to indicate he's ready for Jata as soon as his brains unscramble. It's a lie, of course - when does he ever wait for Sunjata to be ready? Darting forward as soon as the Flood makes it off the floor, his leg is sweeping to try and send him down again.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
