RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
One such dragoon is more a knight in shining armour, but that doesn't mean he's any less hamming it up than the others. Ronin has just finished his training, though, as it happens, and it's with a light sheen of sweat on his brow that he unfastens the weights he'd wrapped about his wrists and ankles in the hope of making things both more difficult for himself and easier for the other dragoons.
It's luck more than anything that has him glancing towards the ravens nearby - and the familiar shape among them, for that matter. And that's even before he notices the rather not cool looking mata mata. "Hey, Everest," he calls, already starting to trot over to the young man. "Need a hand?" Because every iteration of Everest Hart that Ronin knows would be somehow paralysed with indecision here.
It's luck more than anything that has him glancing towards the ravens nearby - and the familiar shape among them, for that matter. And that's even before he notices the rather not cool looking mata mata. "Hey, Everest," he calls, already starting to trot over to the young man. "Need a hand?" Because every iteration of Everest Hart that Ronin knows would be somehow paralysed with indecision here.
because the world is on fire
