there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Finding himself with a practice sword in hand - and one for each of them, handily, thanks to Deimos - Ronin grins and steps back a few paces, happy to indulge. "Well," he says to Zavien, "the fog is like being blindfolded, so maybe we'll end up honing our senses accidentally." Weighing the wooden sword in his palm and giving a few practice swings at the air, the Nova rolls his shoulder, ready to dust off the old skills.
"I am, yes," he says, of still being with the Dragoons. "Only as a member of the guild nowadays, though. I trained them back when they only operated within Stormbreak. Lots of memories in this place." And more being made by the second, if this gentle sparring is anything to go by.
So saying, it's with a grin that Ronin darts forward, trying to smack the back of Deimos's leg with the flat of the wooden blade to distract him.
"I am, yes," he says, of still being with the Dragoons. "Only as a member of the guild nowadays, though. I trained them back when they only operated within Stormbreak. Lots of memories in this place." And more being made by the second, if this gentle sparring is anything to go by.
So saying, it's with a grin that Ronin darts forward, trying to smack the back of Deimos's leg with the flat of the wooden blade to distract him.
RONIN
