Pierce
Unlike the rest of the Family, Pierce isn’t geared toward stealth and appearing through slits of time and shadow. He’s a brawler, he’s strong, and most of all he’s the heavy hitting tank. So as Ronin begins to make his march toward the odd little houseboat in the distance, Pierce has been lying in wait – having known he may make a moment of escaping to the little vista away from the majority of Caido’s weaker populace.
His instructions are clear, and after having a long bit stretch of time getting used to this form and shape of his body, he’s eager to test out his limits.
He’s crouched in the meadow as if inspecting a curious flower, until he hears the flapping wings of Ronin and the crunch of drying grasses and flowers beneath the Knight’s feet, and with it Pierce waits a touch for the man to get closer (not that he can hide very well as is, with the muscles along his body more in line with tree trunks and a body equally as large to host such feats).
He straightens up and stretches, letting his bright gaze land on the Knight in greeting – pleasant at first, as instructed, but the majority of him hopes that it doesn’t last. “Ronin! Just the guy I was looking for.” Because it isn’t the first time the two had met – no, the Hollowed Grounds had witnessed their initial meeting, and Ronin had been relatively pleasant if not put off by the void that seemed to try and stretch its fingers into the region. “I’ve got a question for you.” Much like Dahlia’s assumptions, Pierce is blunt and to the point, and in a space where there’s little that can be done from outside intervention, what’s the harm in not beating around the bush?
His instructions are clear, and after having a long bit stretch of time getting used to this form and shape of his body, he’s eager to test out his limits.
He’s crouched in the meadow as if inspecting a curious flower, until he hears the flapping wings of Ronin and the crunch of drying grasses and flowers beneath the Knight’s feet, and with it Pierce waits a touch for the man to get closer (not that he can hide very well as is, with the muscles along his body more in line with tree trunks and a body equally as large to host such feats).
He straightens up and stretches, letting his bright gaze land on the Knight in greeting – pleasant at first, as instructed, but the majority of him hopes that it doesn’t last. “Ronin! Just the guy I was looking for.” Because it isn’t the first time the two had met – no, the Hollowed Grounds had witnessed their initial meeting, and Ronin had been relatively pleasant if not put off by the void that seemed to try and stretch its fingers into the region. “I’ve got a question for you.” Much like Dahlia’s assumptions, Pierce is blunt and to the point, and in a space where there’s little that can be done from outside intervention, what’s the harm in not beating around the bush?
