and on to the glory at my right hand
"Oh, I'm sure there are some things," Ronin says with a smirk, not that he's able to think of them right this second. Should any of his children call him into a fight again, he'll be punching the ever loving fuck out of whatever is threatening them, put it that way.
Murmuring an apology to Spice as they take further into the air, clearing the layer of fog so Ronin can better navigate the Tar Pits, the Knight furrows his brow and keeps Flora tucked close. "Well, you did say between you and me," he points out, but nonetheless offers her a gentle nod. "Maybe I'll put a note out, see if I can find out who wants to go. And if it's no one... I guess your father and I will just have to do our best."
Remi who is not the offensive force he once was, and Ronin whose abilities do nothing against the threat. Should go great.
"Oh, that's a good idea," he says, at least, of dumping the void carcass out here in the Feverlands. "I bet between us we could do it." It might not be pleasant, but at least it'll be out of Torchline.
Murmuring an apology to Spice as they take further into the air, clearing the layer of fog so Ronin can better navigate the Tar Pits, the Knight furrows his brow and keeps Flora tucked close. "Well, you did say between you and me," he points out, but nonetheless offers her a gentle nod. "Maybe I'll put a note out, see if I can find out who wants to go. And if it's no one... I guess your father and I will just have to do our best."
Remi who is not the offensive force he once was, and Ronin whose abilities do nothing against the threat. Should go great.
"Oh, that's a good idea," he says, at least, of dumping the void carcass out here in the Feverlands. "I bet between us we could do it." It might not be pleasant, but at least it'll be out of Torchline.
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