We can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
who is afraid of the dark
Content with having made his offer and Ronin's willingness to accept it, Zavien's already smiling as he shifts his weight during their spar. "I'd love to join - once we get Stormbreak back up and running." His priorities would always be on his city first, but he can't deny that he likes the sound of a training guild - gods know how determined he is to continue improving his skills, to grow strong enough to keep something like that from happening again.
The ground hits him hard, although the muscles he uses to brace keep him from taking any real damage, his arm flying out to land a punch to Ronin's chest. He's almost as surprised as the demigod, his eyes widening as he adjusts quickly to stand and make sure he didn't take things too far; but the words reassure him, and a bright laughter brackets the soft, playful groan he makes when his feet are back under him, his hand rubbing his back. "I'll take that as a compliment, but I couldn't have done it without you." After another chuckle and a knowing wink, Zavien plants his feet to receive the next attack, his stance loose and ready - if not a little sore.
When the fist comes to strike against his side, the Dragoon decides to step back, doing his best to use his increased range this time. He feels the echo of where the punch should have landed as he throws his own towards Ronin's shoulder.
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The ground hits him hard, although the muscles he uses to brace keep him from taking any real damage, his arm flying out to land a punch to Ronin's chest. He's almost as surprised as the demigod, his eyes widening as he adjusts quickly to stand and make sure he didn't take things too far; but the words reassure him, and a bright laughter brackets the soft, playful groan he makes when his feet are back under him, his hand rubbing his back. "I'll take that as a compliment, but I couldn't have done it without you." After another chuckle and a knowing wink, Zavien plants his feet to receive the next attack, his stance loose and ready - if not a little sore.
When the fist comes to strike against his side, the Dragoon decides to step back, doing his best to use his increased range this time. He feels the echo of where the punch should have landed as he throws his own towards Ronin's shoulder.
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The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
Zavien
