RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"Sorry!" Ronin is calling, wincing as he spots the axe catch Noah in the leg and already straightening up as he watches him leap smartly to the side. His distraction will ultimately be at a cost to him, because it means he's concentrating more on the other man's bloody calf and the axe (which has embedded itself in a nearby target) than any sort of retaliation. He doesn't realise the spirit stag has even been summoned, in fact, until he feels heat at his back. By which time it's far too late.
Grunting as he's struck by fire and force and tumbling forward instinctively, given that Ronin can also become a luxere at will, he knows exactly how much pain those trampling hooves can cause - and it's safe to say that he doesn't like being on the other end of it. Eyeing his axe in the target, it's a singed and smoking Knight who dives into a quick roll, putting Noah back in the weapon's trajectory, and holds up a hand to promptly call it back to his hand again.
Grunting as he's struck by fire and force and tumbling forward instinctively, given that Ronin can also become a luxere at will, he knows exactly how much pain those trampling hooves can cause - and it's safe to say that he doesn't like being on the other end of it. Eyeing his axe in the target, it's a singed and smoking Knight who dives into a quick roll, putting Noah back in the weapon's trajectory, and holds up a hand to promptly call it back to his hand again.
show me your darkness.
