Pierce
“That’s better.” Pierce drawls, stepping forward to both catch himself and follow through with the punch as Ronin basically ragdolls. The spray of blood is ignored, because his bright eyes lay on the prize — stalking toward the Knight in the span of time he’s essentially concussed.
Still standing and relatively unharmed, he reaches down to pluck the rapier from Ronin’s hands, trying to swipe it from his hand quickly while he can get away with it, before Ronin’s sense and feeling comes back so he can continue to latch on. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Already pride sings through his bulk of a chest, heartbeat thrumming in excitement of the fight.
Pierce tries to steal Wild’s Rapier!
Still standing and relatively unharmed, he reaches down to pluck the rapier from Ronin’s hands, trying to swipe it from his hand quickly while he can get away with it, before Ronin’s sense and feeling comes back so he can continue to latch on. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Already pride sings through his bulk of a chest, heartbeat thrumming in excitement of the fight.
Pierce tries to steal Wild’s Rapier!
