everything has its wonders
Sunjata was not the only one warmed up, but Ronin had done his back at the wagon (wink wink, nudge nudge) and by jogging along the beach and through Haulani to the boxing ring. He appeared in the doorway with a crooked grin, already drawing his shirt over his head to reveal the increasingly bronzed tan and the scarring in the centre of his chest, from whatever the Voice had shot him with back at the Temple.
Tossing his shirt in the corner and grabbing a few wraps to bind his hands with, he approached the ring and leant against the ropes, raising an eyebrow at his would-be opponent. "We doing pleasantries, or do you want to get straight to it? Oh-- wait. There has to be one pleasantry."
Reaching into his pocket, Ronin withdrew a chunk of obnoxiously pink coral, tossing it to Jata and winking. "A club-opening gift, if you will."
Tossing his shirt in the corner and grabbing a few wraps to bind his hands with, he approached the ring and leant against the ropes, raising an eyebrow at his would-be opponent. "We doing pleasantries, or do you want to get straight to it? Oh-- wait. There has to be one pleasantry."
Reaching into his pocket, Ronin withdrew a chunk of obnoxiously pink coral, tossing it to Jata and winking. "A club-opening gift, if you will."
even darkness and silence
