there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Forced to content with Zavien's feet - and blade - from the ground, as well as Deimos's skilled assault, Ronin ends up in a strange dance where he tries to keep himself desperately on his feet. It's only partially successful; no sooner has he managed to totter out of the way of the Stormbreaker when a practice sword cracks him right across the knee, and the strength of the sword's owner alone leaves the Nova with a dead leg.
Laughing out the shock and accompanying pins and needles as said leg gives way, Ronin holds up both hands and grins to his two companions. "Alright, I yield, I yield!" He scoffs. "It's been a long time since I did any real swordplay. I bow to your obvious advantage." This he says to Deimos with a roguish little bow, before tipping a wink to Zavien. "I reckon he made his own practice sword better than ours, between you and I," he jokes.
Laughing out the shock and accompanying pins and needles as said leg gives way, Ronin holds up both hands and grins to his two companions. "Alright, I yield, I yield!" He scoffs. "It's been a long time since I did any real swordplay. I bow to your obvious advantage." This he says to Deimos with a roguish little bow, before tipping a wink to Zavien. "I reckon he made his own practice sword better than ours, between you and I," he jokes.
RONIN
