RONIN
the darkstar
Huffing a breath to find his knee redirected and the momentum used against him, Ronin his left hopping a little to the side whilst he figures out his next move. "Gods, I never thought of it that way. You're right, though," he mutters, opting to lean into being off-balance, dropping to the ground in a roll only to spring back up, sweeping out the opposite leg to try and take Noah's out from beneath him.
"At least it's just a voice this time, though," he adds; the Core's hallucinations had been all-singing, all-dancing, and gods if Ronin didn't want to cringe away from the memory. As for asking Safrin about it, Ronin's nose wrinkles a little and he gets himself back on his feet, fists held back in front of his chin.
"I would like to say yes, but unfortunately not," he murmurs. Any conversation he'd been hoping to have with the lady of the stars had been cut short by everything else that had transpired between them. "We are not on the best terms, at present."
"At least it's just a voice this time, though," he adds; the Core's hallucinations had been all-singing, all-dancing, and gods if Ronin didn't want to cringe away from the memory. As for asking Safrin about it, Ronin's nose wrinkles a little and he gets himself back on his feet, fists held back in front of his chin.
"I would like to say yes, but unfortunately not," he murmurs. Any conversation he'd been hoping to have with the lady of the stars had been cut short by everything else that had transpired between them. "We are not on the best terms, at present."
