the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin sets himself up a full 61ft away from the proceedings, his face shaded by his sunglasses, his bare feet dangling from the nimbus cloud he's seated upon. He sips quietly at the bottle of beer he keeps in his lap, even having the audacity to raise it in a grim little cheers to the man who had beaten the fuck out of him and stolen a death sword from his grip.
Today, the Knight is acting as lifeguard over the proceedings - and if anything goes awry, it might very well be in the most literal interpretation of the word. For now, though, shirtless and with his red swim shorts in stark contrast to the fluffy white of his cloud seat, his eyes flit across the proceedings as if constantly on the lookout for more members of The Family.
No danger, not yet. But he knows first hand that even if Pierce is the only one here today, that's plenty dangerous enough.
Today, the Knight is acting as lifeguard over the proceedings - and if anything goes awry, it might very well be in the most literal interpretation of the word. For now, though, shirtless and with his red swim shorts in stark contrast to the fluffy white of his cloud seat, his eyes flit across the proceedings as if constantly on the lookout for more members of The Family.
No danger, not yet. But he knows first hand that even if Pierce is the only one here today, that's plenty dangerous enough.
THE
KNIGHT
