there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Tittering to himself, Ronin wonders whether Remi ought to be the one to do the honours and threaten ensure Kai knows what he's getting himself into (and the consequences of breaking their baby girl's heart). Then again, Flora would murder them both in retaliation if they frighten the boy off, so perhaps not. In close pursuit of the walking mud-house as it tries to pivot and clumsily squelch after the glitter of the Bastion's wings, Ronin's zephyr starts to whip around it in preparation for that final push.
"Now we're talking," he says with a broad grin. "Coconut shrimp, crème brûlée and one practice ramphire coming up for us tonight. And if it's a success, we'll have to bully Flora into having the real dinner before I forget how I did it."
Speaking of his ability to produce his own flambé, though, as the mud-house finally reaches the outcrop, Ronin switches back to his tried and tested firebolts and hits the creature with a barrage of radiant fire, sending it more or less exploding down onto the rocks and churning waves.
"Now we're talking," he says with a broad grin. "Coconut shrimp, crème brûlée and one practice ramphire coming up for us tonight. And if it's a success, we'll have to bully Flora into having the real dinner before I forget how I did it."
Speaking of his ability to produce his own flambé, though, as the mud-house finally reaches the outcrop, Ronin switches back to his tried and tested firebolts and hits the creature with a barrage of radiant fire, sending it more or less exploding down onto the rocks and churning waves.
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