there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Smiling to himself, Ronin remembers a time where he had been equally excited about the prospect of starting a guild; just a little something of his own, with the hope of making lives better. He sincerely hopes Koa is successful - and even if he weren't already interested, if his presence would help matters, he'd sign up. "Ah, it wasn't the punching that got her attention," he says with a bashful sort of grin. "I don't know what was, actually." Maybe it had been the punching.
"I tried a bow and arrow, when I realised it was close-combat that had gotten me killed," he remembers. "Demigod magic took care of it eventually, though. Probably for the best - I wasn't very good with it." He grins. "Let me know if you want to throw hands some time, then." Little does Koa know that Ronin had also made a name for himself down in the fight clubs, once upon a time.
Maybe they'll cross each other's paths down there one day, whether intentionally or otherwise.
"For now, though, are you hungry? I could get lunch, and you're welcome to join me."
"I tried a bow and arrow, when I realised it was close-combat that had gotten me killed," he remembers. "Demigod magic took care of it eventually, though. Probably for the best - I wasn't very good with it." He grins. "Let me know if you want to throw hands some time, then." Little does Koa know that Ronin had also made a name for himself down in the fight clubs, once upon a time.
Maybe they'll cross each other's paths down there one day, whether intentionally or otherwise.
"For now, though, are you hungry? I could get lunch, and you're welcome to join me."
RONIN
