we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
No sooner has Ronin unleashed his assault of starbolts when he's already wincing, knowing how it will hit his husband if he just stands there and takes it. "I mean," he says, letting out an apologetic laugh and shrugging his shoulders, even as he begins to circle around the Bastion in an effort to make it seem like more of a training session and less of a BDSM exercise.
"Those seem to be working as intended, at least," he mutters. "What power were you using, exactly?" Extending his willpower to summon his nimbus, Ronin hops aboard and swiftly rises up into the air. This time he only flings a single bolt at his husband - he's mainly waiting to see if the nimbus suddenly vanishes and drops him.
"Those seem to be working as intended, at least," he mutters. "What power were you using, exactly?" Extending his willpower to summon his nimbus, Ronin hops aboard and swiftly rises up into the air. This time he only flings a single bolt at his husband - he's mainly waiting to see if the nimbus suddenly vanishes and drops him.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
