RONIN
the white knight
Ronin might have preferred the knife sticking out of his neck, honestly, but as he shifts back and sits himself down on the sand, he doesn't really have time to think about it too much, given the considerable amount of blood and all. Still, he isn't panicking as much as someone with a deep puncture wound in his neck should be, and were it not for Tal approaching with his healing item in hand (literally), he'd already be summoning his Smite to do the job for him.
"Ah, thanks - that's kind of you." He smiles to the courier, as if Tal wasn't the one who had dealt him the injury in the first place. "I'll wash it out in the Healing Fountain after this, not to worry," he assures him. "That's what training is for, right? And hey, you're not half bad with your right hand now, I'd say." Based on the ratio of stabbings and all.
"Ah, thanks - that's kind of you." He smiles to the courier, as if Tal wasn't the one who had dealt him the injury in the first place. "I'll wash it out in the Healing Fountain after this, not to worry," he assures him. "That's what training is for, right? And hey, you're not half bad with your right hand now, I'd say." Based on the ratio of stabbings and all.
