RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
It starts out fairly standard, Ronin stepping away from his daughter and holding the orb in both hands as Deimos steps up. Fire, life drain, air, ice, earth, even Seren's Gravity Pulse - that's all fine, even if the Knight's fingers are left numb and vibrating from keeping hold of the unhappy item as it's subjected to the onslaught. Then the Sword becomes thunderbird and it feels a little hairier, Ronin's eyes widening a fraction as lightning forks across the orb, but hey, no, he's still holding it.
Then Noah steps up.
"Wait, I'm not sure--" he begins, before the other man unleashes his Atomic Roar, and Ronin is left wincing as he fights to stay on his feet. He manages it, luckily enough - and then Sunjata soaks him too, thanks - and he's about to go and check on Seren where she's been shoved back when he sees Remi fall out of the corner of his eye, and the rest of the group may as well not be present any more.
"Okay, we're done here," he announces, dropping the orb as if it's nothing more than a rock, Vox's presence be damned, and rushing to his husband's side. (If Seren wants to tuck it back into her little pocket dimension, that's her prerogative).
Kneeling beside the Bastion, Ronin checks him over despite there being no visible damage, brows furrowed as he smooths a hand through his curls. "Can you stand?" he asks softly. "Let's get you home."
Then Noah steps up.
"Wait, I'm not sure--" he begins, before the other man unleashes his Atomic Roar, and Ronin is left wincing as he fights to stay on his feet. He manages it, luckily enough - and then Sunjata soaks him too, thanks - and he's about to go and check on Seren where she's been shoved back when he sees Remi fall out of the corner of his eye, and the rest of the group may as well not be present any more.
"Okay, we're done here," he announces, dropping the orb as if it's nothing more than a rock, Vox's presence be damned, and rushing to his husband's side. (If Seren wants to tuck it back into her little pocket dimension, that's her prerogative).
Kneeling beside the Bastion, Ronin checks him over despite there being no visible damage, brows furrowed as he smooths a hand through his curls. "Can you stand?" he asks softly. "Let's get you home."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
