there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin gazes up at the admittedly ruined building with something close to pride and fondness, and he nods his agreement with Damien - work cut out indeed. "This used to belong to a friend of mine - it was a boxing ring," he explains. "But there was a fire, and..." He gestures up at it; what the fire hadn't finished, time and nature had done its best to do so.
"Honestly I was considering leaving the roof as is - half open and half covered," he says with a tilt of his head. "It's not as if Torchline has much in the way of inclement weather. And it'd get people used to training in different environments." If not necessarily the extremes of snow and flooding, then heat and storms at least.
Ronin brightens to hear that Damien is well-versed in that sort of work, and he nods to him. "That sounds like a good plan," he says. "I'll let you know when I get started."
"Honestly I was considering leaving the roof as is - half open and half covered," he says with a tilt of his head. "It's not as if Torchline has much in the way of inclement weather. And it'd get people used to training in different environments." If not necessarily the extremes of snow and flooding, then heat and storms at least.
Ronin brightens to hear that Damien is well-versed in that sort of work, and he nods to him. "That sounds like a good plan," he says. "I'll let you know when I get started."
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