RONIN
the white knight
Name the time and place and I'll be there. Always happy to help. And he always would be, if the trajectory of his life so far is anything to say about it. Ronin finds himself returning to barracks and training grounds no matter how much he tries to abandon that sort of role; these days he's learning to embrace it, and as Hadama is teaching him, you can never know everything.
Automatically bracing as the other man darts forward, Ronin's hand is already coming up readily to catch the fist aiming towards his nose, but unluckily for him, he opts to side step right into the feint instead of away from it. An oof! escapes him - along with the air in his lungs - and it's with a wheezing laugh that he hops back and holds up his hands. "Okay, okay - let's call it there for a bit, shall we? I'm not as spry as I used to be, evidently."
Automatically bracing as the other man darts forward, Ronin's hand is already coming up readily to catch the fist aiming towards his nose, but unluckily for him, he opts to side step right into the feint instead of away from it. An oof! escapes him - along with the air in his lungs - and it's with a wheezing laugh that he hops back and holds up his hands. "Okay, okay - let's call it there for a bit, shall we? I'm not as spry as I used to be, evidently."
