On the Edge of Something

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Reassured Ronin hadn’t been skewered and that everything was well, just a strange set of circumstances, he could settle a little more. At Zavien’s comment however, he glanced around again at the expanse. Perhaps it wasn’t unusual in the way Halo was similar – an unwinding tundra, a seemingly endless spectacle of white. Here, though, the archways were stone and the people were nearby, but simply away, like ghosts in their own world, along the edges of civilization before everything dropped off. How many others could, or would, become lost. But notions of swords and fights and practice held his attention a little broader, and his head swiftly turned back to the Stormbreak citizen. “Do you train with the Dragoons?” Though, if he was self-taught, perhaps not – or simply hadn’t taken the opportunity. Not mentioning how soundly he’d roasted Koa recently, he grew a tad indulgent, giving the hint of a juvenile grin towards Ronin. “We could probably help. What do you want to work on?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace