RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
The axe lands, safe and secure in the Knight's hand, but luckily this time there's no blood on it. Left panting and grinning across at Noah and promptly getting to his feet, Ronin brushes off his singed coat and weighs the weapon in his hands. "I guess instinct must have kicked in," he admits bashfully. "It was good to remember how it feels, though, to fight physically." Opposed to wielding the celestial energies granted by their patron, he means. "Thanks, Noah. I think that ought to just about do it."
Putting the axe away in its loop at his belt, the Knight reaches into a pocket to remove, instead, an old relic that frankly doesn't receive much use these days. But the Seal of the Duke will provide them plenty of healing without expending any energy, and he tosses the seal into the air and lets the dome of celestial energy cascade over them, warm and soothing. "How are things here?" he asks conversationally, rolling his shoulders.
Putting the axe away in its loop at his belt, the Knight reaches into a pocket to remove, instead, an old relic that frankly doesn't receive much use these days. But the Seal of the Duke will provide them plenty of healing without expending any energy, and he tosses the seal into the air and lets the dome of celestial energy cascade over them, warm and soothing. "How are things here?" he asks conversationally, rolling his shoulders.
show me your darkness.
