and on to the glory at my right hand
"I can neither confirm nor deny that," Ronin says with a cheeky smile, stepping back after prodding at Remi's shoulder with his own sword. "Though let's be honest, I don't need to contrive something like this to hit you with a stick." He could just, you know, do it. Regardless, as the other man overbalances, recovers and then tries it out himself, Ronin purposely takes the hit this time, though he has to brace himself against the force of his husband, yes, trying to pop him.
"That's pretty much it, yeah," he confirms, rubbing at the bruise he knows will bloom on his shoulder. "I assume you need to actually cut or draw blood for the rapier to have a chance to do its thing, right? So you're better off trying to needle someone with the blade than just swing it around."
Gesturing for Remi to try again, this time Ronin will attempt to parry him with the practice blade, making the Bastion work a little harder for it.
"That's pretty much it, yeah," he confirms, rubbing at the bruise he knows will bloom on his shoulder. "I assume you need to actually cut or draw blood for the rapier to have a chance to do its thing, right? So you're better off trying to needle someone with the blade than just swing it around."
Gesturing for Remi to try again, this time Ronin will attempt to parry him with the practice blade, making the Bastion work a little harder for it.
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