there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Hear me out, okay?" Ronin is saying as they land in the Frostfields, the Knight tucking his wings in tight before dismissing them, grinning over his shoulder to Remi. "I thought if we tried this out here, it'd be a little more challenging than the Barracks in the Citadel." You know, given the thick mist and the probably-deadly creatures wandering around. Because when have he and his husband ever decided to train in a traditional way?
For this endeavour in particular, it's already going to be interesting; no gods-given abilities, no commanding the elements or shifting into beasts of legend. Just the two of them, an axe, and the fog that clings to their bodies with every movement. "Now remember, I'm trying to dodge out of the way as the axe comes back to you, so no grappling me to death please." Tugging own his scarf so it's a little easier to breathe, especially as they risk exerting themselves, Ronin reaches back to take Emmett's axe from its loop at his waist, offering it out to Remi.
For this endeavour in particular, it's already going to be interesting; no gods-given abilities, no commanding the elements or shifting into beasts of legend. Just the two of them, an axe, and the fog that clings to their bodies with every movement. "Now remember, I'm trying to dodge out of the way as the axe comes back to you, so no grappling me to death please." Tugging own his scarf so it's a little easier to breathe, especially as they risk exerting themselves, Ronin reaches back to take Emmett's axe from its loop at his waist, offering it out to Remi.
RONIN
