RONIN
the white knight
"Oho?" Tilting his head, evidently Ronin hasn't expected feathers and starlight to bloom across the Tidebreaker's torso, and there's no denying that he's impressed. "For you and for this, I'm sure I can manage one more punch," he confirms with a nod, rolling his shoulders out and cracking his knuckles, keen eyes flickering over the armour as if to try and spot any obvious weak points. Given who he knows is likely to have made it, of course there are none, and so Ronin settles for front and centre.
He'll probably regret it given that he's using his bare hands, but regardless, he resets his stance and pauses for a second or so, before his arm snaps out to punch the armour. He doesn't hold back this time either, given the requirements that Hadama has outlined - at least it shouldn't hurt too much, if the starlit feathers do their job.
He'll probably regret it given that he's using his bare hands, but regardless, he resets his stance and pauses for a second or so, before his arm snaps out to punch the armour. He doesn't hold back this time either, given the requirements that Hadama has outlined - at least it shouldn't hurt too much, if the starlit feathers do their job.
