there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"And our dinners," Ronin adds with a crooked smile, before their banter is interrupted by his attempt to keep his head on his shoulders where it belongs. Laughing - perhaps a touch nervously - as he straightens up to see the axe firmly back in Remi's hand, he nods his agreement. "Yeah, I'm not sure any more whether I ought to be upgrading it," he admits, before the sound of creaking ice and the sight of a pair of big blue eyes behind the Bastion briefly distracts him.
"Aw," he remarks, turning casually to the side as if to ensure the axe doesn't hit him as it curves low and sails out into the fog again. "Normally I'd have snacks on me, too. Not today though, sorry." He shrugs apologetically to the frost fox, before turning back - just in time, as it happens - for the weapon to come spinning in an arc back through the mist towards Remi.
This time Ronin is forced to do more than duck, the Knight skidding out of reach of the axe (barely) and wobbling on the ice before he regains his footing. "I don't know how I feel about this." He chuckles. "You'll take the pieces of me back to Torchline to the fountain, right? If it comes to that?"
"Aw," he remarks, turning casually to the side as if to ensure the axe doesn't hit him as it curves low and sails out into the fog again. "Normally I'd have snacks on me, too. Not today though, sorry." He shrugs apologetically to the frost fox, before turning back - just in time, as it happens - for the weapon to come spinning in an arc back through the mist towards Remi.
This time Ronin is forced to do more than duck, the Knight skidding out of reach of the axe (barely) and wobbling on the ice before he regains his footing. "I don't know how I feel about this." He chuckles. "You'll take the pieces of me back to Torchline to the fountain, right? If it comes to that?"
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