wonder of wonders

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Whilst his fellow warriors converse, Ronin (obviously) hypes himelf up by bolting around the outskirts of the Greatwood for a few moments, offering a wild little buck or kick for good measure when the flighty energy in his bones grows too much. Only once he's got it out of his system does he return to Remi and Deimos, offering a snort and a haughty toss of his antlered head before promptly shifting back onto two legs. "Well I got them to follow me," he says in his own defence, cheeks flushed from the exertion and his dark hair wind-tossed and messy. Glancing at the flat-eyed serpent hovering in mid-air, it's with narrowed eyes and a boyish pout that Ronin summons a single starbolt and zaps at the reptile, blasting it straight back into the thicket of trees. "At least that does something to them," he mutters.