the baffled king composing hallelujah
It was difficult to run when he really wanted to laugh. Playing a game of tag with a leopardess most certainly hadn't been on his list of things to do today - but with that being said, he could definitely learn a thing or two from it! The Glade wasn't the best place to run at a flat out sprint anyway, and Amalia was able to herd one of the Ronins back towards the other with relative ease (especially given that it was difficult for him to concentrate like this).
As she swiped at his leg, her target would flicker and disappear, which drew a vibrant laugh of triumph from the real guildmaster... the real guildmaster who had just realised he was running right towards a predatory cat.
His laugh turning into a playful curse, Ronin attempted to bring forth his astral projection again. He had it keep running full pelt at Amalia, hoping to spook her in the other direction... naturally, while he pegged it the other way.
As she swiped at his leg, her target would flicker and disappear, which drew a vibrant laugh of triumph from the real guildmaster... the real guildmaster who had just realised he was running right towards a predatory cat.
His laugh turning into a playful curse, Ronin attempted to bring forth his astral projection again. He had it keep running full pelt at Amalia, hoping to spook her in the other direction... naturally, while he pegged it the other way.
