we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I'm not not circling you," Ronin calls from his nimbus, though it might be more rightly said that the nimbus is lazily drifting in a circular motion about his husband at this point. And despite himself, the Nova is grinning now, though he absolutely isn't enjoying the beat Remi up part of this endeavour. Still, it's pleasant enough to know he can still use his nimbus in a pinch.
"You want me to...?" Ronin's reproachful look for Remi deciding just to be shot at for their first couple of rounds melts abruptly away. One might think Ronin would have more reservations about aiming falling stars directly at his own body, but call it self-hatred if you want; either way, he barely hesitates.
Three more starbolts materialise around him, soaring in an arc before turning back on themselves, aiming to hammer the Nova between the shoulderblades.
"You want me to...?" Ronin's reproachful look for Remi deciding just to be shot at for their first couple of rounds melts abruptly away. One might think Ronin would have more reservations about aiming falling stars directly at his own body, but call it self-hatred if you want; either way, he barely hesitates.
Three more starbolts materialise around him, soaring in an arc before turning back on themselves, aiming to hammer the Nova between the shoulderblades.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
