there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
It's chaos, the sort that Ronin only remembers experiencing in the training barracks here in Stormbreak, or in the Hollowed Grounds, or far, far back in his past, in Northaven. The nostalgia alone is enough to keep a smile on his face, and as Deimos makes his play for Zavien, of course Ronin wants to help out the young Stormbreaker.
"Watch out," he calls, grinning; in an attempt to 'assist' Zavien away from the blow swinging towards his ribcage, Ronin sweeps out a leg to try to topple the other man out of Deimos's reach. Whether or not he's successful is irrelevant, because he still has Deimos to worry about, and he's soon spearing the practice weapon towards the Sword as well.
"Watch out," he calls, grinning; in an attempt to 'assist' Zavien away from the blow swinging towards his ribcage, Ronin sweeps out a leg to try to topple the other man out of Deimos's reach. Whether or not he's successful is irrelevant, because he still has Deimos to worry about, and he's soon spearing the practice weapon towards the Sword as well.
RONIN
