and on to the glory at my right hand
"You know," Ronin is saying as they head along the vibrant expanse of the Rainbow Road, "for all the time you've had that rapier, I can't believe you've never learned to properly swordfight." Unable to keep the grin out of his voice - with the length of their marriage and years of trauma and history under their belts, it's a relatively exciting experience to be able to teach Remi something new.
Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, Ronin carries a couple of training swords over his shoulder (nabbed from the dragoon barracks when no one was watching, of course). "I need you to promise not to actually try and spar me with the real thing though. Deal?" One in ten might not be bad odds, and it won't kill him forever, but still, going down for a season at a time like this? Probably unwise.
Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, Ronin carries a couple of training swords over his shoulder (nabbed from the dragoon barracks when no one was watching, of course). "I need you to promise not to actually try and spar me with the real thing though. Deal?" One in ten might not be bad odds, and it won't kill him forever, but still, going down for a season at a time like this? Probably unwise.
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