and on to the glory at my right hand
"It does, doesn't it?" Ronin says, all smug pride and cheer even as they begin to spar with each other in earnest, and he tips the other man a wink for his promise of kisses. "Don't say that, or I'll never try and get out of your way," he warns (as if he doesn't have to try exceedingly hard to dodge the Bastion's blows on a regular day, such is the other man's speed).
"I imagine Mort could be able to change its shape to whatever you like," he agrees, fully prepared to parry and finding the other man barrelling at him instead which, in fairness, is exactly the sort of thing Remi could and should do in a real fight. Bracing, the Knight is focusing so much on not being thrown off his feet that the strike at his side hits clean.
"Ow," he complains automatically, spinning away and retaliating with a smack to Remi's ass with the flat of his practice blade. "We'll have to get you a bat, or a hammer at this rate."
"I imagine Mort could be able to change its shape to whatever you like," he agrees, fully prepared to parry and finding the other man barrelling at him instead which, in fairness, is exactly the sort of thing Remi could and should do in a real fight. Bracing, the Knight is focusing so much on not being thrown off his feet that the strike at his side hits clean.
"Ow," he complains automatically, spinning away and retaliating with a smack to Remi's ass with the flat of his practice blade. "We'll have to get you a bat, or a hammer at this rate."
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