RONIN
the dark star
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. "I imagine this is easy compared to if we tried it in Deepfrost," he mutters. "We can keep going."
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. "You owe me a drink after this, Maeve. I'm not sure Remi will be happy about the new scars."
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. "You owe me a drink after this, Maeve. I'm not sure Remi will be happy about the new scars."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
