we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”I don’t know if there’s any supposed to about it,” Ronin says warmly. ”You’ll land wherever feels best for you. And it might change too - I’ve lived in enough places to know that much. It doesn’t make it wrong, though.” But if wherever feels best for Theea happens to be Torchline for a little while, he’s absolutely not going to complain about it.
But anyway - enough sentimentality - there’s brawling to be done. (Brief as it might be).
Ronin’s eyes light up to see how quickly she reacts, and not for the first time he’s reminded of Ashetta - the fiery instincts, the drive, the boldness - but there’s something in it too that’s all Theea. He’s already releasing her and stepping back as she pivots to strike him, more interested in seeing her work than reacting, and his hands raise in time for the blow to his side to strike true, drawing a grunt of pain, however brief.
”I yield,” he calls out with a breathless laugh, nodding his approval. ”Your skills are still sharp, I can tell you that for nothing. Sure you don’t want to help teach others here, when I get the place set up?”
But anyway - enough sentimentality - there’s brawling to be done. (Brief as it might be).
Ronin’s eyes light up to see how quickly she reacts, and not for the first time he’s reminded of Ashetta - the fiery instincts, the drive, the boldness - but there’s something in it too that’s all Theea. He’s already releasing her and stepping back as she pivots to strike him, more interested in seeing her work than reacting, and his hands raise in time for the blow to his side to strike true, drawing a grunt of pain, however brief.
”I yield,” he calls out with a breathless laugh, nodding his approval. ”Your skills are still sharp, I can tell you that for nothing. Sure you don’t want to help teach others here, when I get the place set up?”
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
