gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Isn't that normally one of the things you like about me?" Ronin growls, the words spoken half through the Attuned bond so as to be heard over the roar of the wind. Remi surges up and the Knight soars down to meet him, something fierce and golden already setting aglow in his chest, promising a wave of golden light that would normally soothe away injuries but will, this time, burn like the fire of the sun itself.
Blessedly, though, before Ronin is able to unleash his Smite, something slams into him with force enough that it drives the air from his lungs - and his soul from his body, coincidentally. Blue eyes already cold with a foreign sort of hostility grow dull and blank, the Knight's wings falling entirely limp as his trajectory downwards becomes more of an act of gravity than willpower. Sent into a clumsy freefall, Ronin begins to fall like a stone towards the wide and yawning ocean below.
Blessedly, though, before Ronin is able to unleash his Smite, something slams into him with force enough that it drives the air from his lungs - and his soul from his body, coincidentally. Blue eyes already cold with a foreign sort of hostility grow dull and blank, the Knight's wings falling entirely limp as his trajectory downwards becomes more of an act of gravity than willpower. Sent into a clumsy freefall, Ronin begins to fall like a stone towards the wide and yawning ocean below.
RONIN
