Deal, came the swift acceptance of Ronin's offer of leg day training. There were many reasons for wanting to speak more with the White Knight, not least because he was a genuinely personable man. And he was an excellent sparring partner.
The final punch connected with rather more force than Hadama had intended or expected, but Ronin was laughing as he caught his breath and the Tidebreaker relaxed his fists. He straightened with a wince of his own as ribs and kidney protested, and he reached into a pouch on his harness to retrieve a small, sturdy bottle and a slender wand. He offered the bottle of Healing water to his opponent and was not shy about applying the basic Healing wand to his own bruises. "Mmh. Neither am I," he admitted easily. "Did you stop aging when you became a demigod?" Hadama had not been one long enough to tell a difference.
The final punch connected with rather more force than Hadama had intended or expected, but Ronin was laughing as he caught his breath and the Tidebreaker relaxed his fists. He straightened with a wince of his own as ribs and kidney protested, and he reached into a pouch on his harness to retrieve a small, sturdy bottle and a slender wand. He offered the bottle of Healing water to his opponent and was not shy about applying the basic Healing wand to his own bruises. "Mmh. Neither am I," he admitted easily. "Did you stop aging when you became a demigod?" Hadama had not been one long enough to tell a difference.
