we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It’s by coincidence rather than choice that Ronin steps back just as Salt moves forward, the Huntsman wiping at his brow and examining the training dummy as if to check if he’s accidentally cracked or injured it in any way. He made most of these himself in seasons past, and so sue him, he’s quite attached to the things these days.
He watches the woman a couple of dummies down while he stretches out his shoulders, offering her a smile of greeting and cracking his knuckles. ”Don't think I’ve spotted you here before,” he remarks. ”Fancy joining the Dragoons? You’d be a pretty good addition.” He flashes her a lopsided smile, nodding at her sword.
”And even if not, I’m happy to practice with you, if you feel like hitting a moving target.”
He watches the woman a couple of dummies down while he stretches out his shoulders, offering her a smile of greeting and cracking his knuckles. ”Don't think I’ve spotted you here before,” he remarks. ”Fancy joining the Dragoons? You’d be a pretty good addition.” He flashes her a lopsided smile, nodding at her sword.
”And even if not, I’m happy to practice with you, if you feel like hitting a moving target.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
