RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Grinning fiendishly as he sees Noah duck out of the way as if they'd choreographed it, the axe handle claps back into Ronin's hand with a security he can't deny he appreciates. He turns, giving it an experimental swing through the air, but unsurprisingly, his opponent is already up on one knee and reacting. The glow of celestial arrows have him instinctively growing more serious - those can kill-kill him, after all, his gaze turning sharp as he brings up his hands and the axe to brace for them.
One arrow twangs against the axe head in an explosion of light, the other skimming Ronin's bicep with enough force to tear a line through his coat, leaving it singed and smoking. "Like that, is it?" He chuckles as he lowers his arms and straightens up. He's already moving as he lets the axe fly again, this time in a low arc as if to catch Noah's legs - or the rest of him, if he hasn't risen back to his feet just yet.
One arrow twangs against the axe head in an explosion of light, the other skimming Ronin's bicep with enough force to tear a line through his coat, leaving it singed and smoking. "Like that, is it?" He chuckles as he lowers his arms and straightens up. He's already moving as he lets the axe fly again, this time in a low arc as if to catch Noah's legs - or the rest of him, if he hasn't risen back to his feet just yet.
show me your darkness.
