we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Having been expecting (looking forward to? begging for?) the hits to strike, as Ronin only feels the smallest pressure against his back where there should have been searing pain, he straightens up in his surprise. "Nothing? Or almost nothing - it didn't hurt or do me any damage, put it that way. Did you..." Seeming a mix of thoroughly impressed and very worried for his husband, as Ronin tries to wrap his head around this new ability, he's being told to attack again.
"You are going to infuriate our enemies, you know," he says conversationally, rising to his feet on his nimbus. "Standing there and taking the hits and asking for more." But who is he to deny his husband?
Nevertheless, as three more bolts of celestial light descend down onto Remi, this time Ronin physically follows suit and leaps off his nimbus. If he can't get a reaction through demigodly means, maybe the Bastion will respond better to some good old fashions rasslin'.
"You are going to infuriate our enemies, you know," he says conversationally, rising to his feet on his nimbus. "Standing there and taking the hits and asking for more." But who is he to deny his husband?
Nevertheless, as three more bolts of celestial light descend down onto Remi, this time Ronin physically follows suit and leaps off his nimbus. If he can't get a reaction through demigodly means, maybe the Bastion will respond better to some good old fashions rasslin'.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
