gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Gods it feels good to let loose, and not just in a way that satisfies the crackle of something unruly in his blood with the change in season. This is a place they've not been able to explore, its crags and depths banned by penalty of death to their children, and though the Family had fled Caido with a whimper rather than a bang, Ronin has a lot of anger still pent up and ready to go.
His axe carves through feathery bodies like they're made of butter, sending blood and feathers scattering through the air, but he's already following it up with another arc of zephyr, slicing it through the cloud of void messengers, heedless of how many fall to it. His wings beat hard to keep him aloft and something sharp and bright kindles in his chest; evidence of emotion that has been given no outlet until now.
The birds are trying to escape back up through the Descent, and though Ronin should really let them go, he tries to soar after them instead like a predator nipping at their heels, his eyes like shards of a storm-churned sea, his jaw set with fury.
His axe carves through feathery bodies like they're made of butter, sending blood and feathers scattering through the air, but he's already following it up with another arc of zephyr, slicing it through the cloud of void messengers, heedless of how many fall to it. His wings beat hard to keep him aloft and something sharp and bright kindles in his chest; evidence of emotion that has been given no outlet until now.
The birds are trying to escape back up through the Descent, and though Ronin should really let them go, he tries to soar after them instead like a predator nipping at their heels, his eyes like shards of a storm-churned sea, his jaw set with fury.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
