The creature’s words grated on Ronin in a way he really hadn’t expected, and as the light rushed out towards them he instinctively held Vanya a touch closer, in case it was meant to hurt them. In Ronin’s case, though, it merely hovered in front of him and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, letting his lady go to face it properly. When it finally took shape, the ex-captain was faced with a sleek black glove that seemed made for him.
Hesitantly he reached out to take it, slipping it onto his right hand and arching an eyebrow. When he clenched his hand into a fist, a set of ebony blades emerged from the knuckles, wicked sharp and with an odd sheen to them that Ronin wasn’t sure he liked.
[say]”Oh,”[/say] he said. There wasn’t really much else to say.
Hesitantly he reached out to take it, slipping it onto his right hand and arching an eyebrow. When he clenched his hand into a fist, a set of ebony blades emerged from the knuckles, wicked sharp and with an odd sheen to them that Ronin wasn’t sure he liked.
[say]”Oh,”[/say] he said. There wasn’t really much else to say.
