The whipcrack of ice across his thigh ought to have been expected, and yet here Ronin is, mad about it anyway. Wincing and pressing a hand against the wound to check how deep it is, he eventually surmises that it will have to wait, and turns his attention back to the task at hand. [say]"I imagine this is easy compared to if we tried it in Deepfrost,"[/say] he mutters. [say]"We can keep going."[/say]
Even as he speaks, three more starbolts pierce the glow around them, Ronin aiming them directly at the heart of the shrine as if he might shatter it entirely. [say]"You owe me a drink after this, Maeve. I'm not sure Remi will be happy about the new scars."[/say]
Even as he speaks, three more starbolts pierce the glow around them, Ronin aiming them directly at the heart of the shrine as if he might shatter it entirely. [say]"You owe me a drink after this, Maeve. I'm not sure Remi will be happy about the new scars."[/say]
