the wounds are open and bleeding out
The small nimbus abandoned for now, all of Ronin's rabid attention was for the siren - luckily not for its summoner, for he was singularly focused on destroying the twittering beast. As Loren sent it off to one side Ronin - of course - followed, swiping at the feathered creature and setting off again after it. Flying just above the ground was good enough for him; reaching back, Ronin loosed the axe he carried from its leather holster and swung it in a wide arc towards the siren.
If he could kill it, it would shut up (and that was the case whether or not it had already stopped singing) and he might even be able to use it as a snack. Still, clumsier than he would like in the snow, though he was heedless of the cold, it didn't seem likely that he'd catch the thing.
If he could kill it, it would shut up (and that was the case whether or not it had already stopped singing) and he might even be able to use it as a snack. Still, clumsier than he would like in the snow, though he was heedless of the cold, it didn't seem likely that he'd catch the thing.
THE
FALLEN STAR
