RONIN
the supernova
"You've got a point there," Ronin says, straightening up and swiping a hand across his brow - the run, the humidity, and the near trampling has left him more than a little sweaty for his trouble. "Oh, your mare--" he begins, before his own gaze locks back on the spirit as if just realising it's using their distraction to an advantage. Shaking his head slowly, the Nova nonetheless wades into the water to draw up beside Morgen, because at least they're both facing the thing head on this way.
"Never seen one like this, no," he mutters. "I did hear that they were all over the place this season, though. I suppose we should put it to rest, or something. Know any prayers?" Scoffing - because even if he did, he'd not pray right now - Ronin rolls his shoulders. "If not, could always try blasting it back into death where it belongs." It's not the nicest solution, but then it doesn't seem like the nicest spirit.
"Never seen one like this, no," he mutters. "I did hear that they were all over the place this season, though. I suppose we should put it to rest, or something. Know any prayers?" Scoffing - because even if he did, he'd not pray right now - Ronin rolls his shoulders. "If not, could always try blasting it back into death where it belongs." It's not the nicest solution, but then it doesn't seem like the nicest spirit.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
