RONIN
the white knight
"Now, come on. I can't take full credit for the trauma of parenting you," Ronin says, and had they not been so focused on running (and now throwing and dodging) he might have even turned to blow her a kiss. Jogging out a few paces to the side so Flora has a little more room to manoeuvre getting her daggers back into her hands, he keeps his focus on the run and on his projection, trying to keep its movements organic.
It flinches as her feather flies past, missing it by a hair, and is already preparing a dodge as it sails back the other way. Not a hit, but that's hardly a slight on Flora's skills. He knows damn well if she'd just been trying to stab him straight on, the projection would already be full of holes. "It's fine," he pants, his tone encouraging. "This is why we're practicing. Try again."
It flinches as her feather flies past, missing it by a hair, and is already preparing a dodge as it sails back the other way. Not a hit, but that's hardly a slight on Flora's skills. He knows damn well if she'd just been trying to stab him straight on, the projection would already be full of holes. "It's fine," he pants, his tone encouraging. "This is why we're practicing. Try again."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
