R O N I N
"And a mighty fine plan it is." Ronin smiled to his friend, not bothering to shed any of his armour given that he'd come ready to fight as he was. In fact he kind of missed his weighted training bracers, and considered that he might ask one of their talented smiths and leatherworkers to craft him some new ones. While Remi tossed away his jacket, Ronin (still thinking more about his training items than anything else) worked on limbering up, rolling his wrists and shaking out his hands before glancing to his friend...
And blinking at him in utter shock and awe. Uhh. Go?
Right. Yeah.
Whatever Remi might have been expecting, it probably wasn't for Ronin to stroll up to the other man as if he had all the time in the world, blue eyes flitting over the terrible posture and bad form. With a sigh, he arrived opposite Remi. One of the ex-captain's legs shot out in a sweep intending to take the other man's out from under him, whilst his hands seized Remi's wrists, conveniently placed in front of his face, shoving him back to aid him on the way down.
"Shall we try again?" He smiled at his friend.
