RONIN
the darkstar
Gritting his teeth and finding the Forsaken to be a surprising brick wall on his knees, Ronin's feet scrape against the dusty and uneven ground as he tries to force him over. "Oh? I think Torchline are trying the same thing," he grates out. "At least we'll be able to keep some spaces protected against this." It might be hilarious, looking back, that they're having such a conversation in such a position, but listen. Being a demigod is weird sometimes, okay.
Nevertheless, they are sparring, so when he doesn't get immediate results from the grapple, Ronin forces himself back and twists, aiming a side kick against the side of Noah's head. It's half an instinctive response, so even as his leg comes up he almost hopes the other man avoids it, because he's been concussed, and it's not fun.
Nevertheless, they are sparring, so when he doesn't get immediate results from the grapple, Ronin forces himself back and twists, aiming a side kick against the side of Noah's head. It's half an instinctive response, so even as his leg comes up he almost hopes the other man avoids it, because he's been concussed, and it's not fun.
