is there a price to burn this paradise?
The time for small talk has obviously come to an end, given that they’re now properly sparring; and hells, maybe it’s because of Ronin’s over extending on his last punch, but it puts him in a prime position to get hammered by Jata’s next one. Grunting in pain, obviously winded, he dashes back and rubs at his ribs where the Flood has caught him. His laugh is breathless and he flashes a rueful look at the other man, reconsidering his next move.
”I must be, given my performance so far,” he wheezes, looking him up and down and pacing in a slow semicircle (buying time, obviously). Once he’s got enough of his breath back, Ronin darts forward again, trying for a flurry of blows this time, going for Jata’s head and torso in one.
”I must be, given my performance so far,” he wheezes, looking him up and down and pacing in a slow semicircle (buying time, obviously). Once he’s got enough of his breath back, Ronin darts forward again, trying for a flurry of blows this time, going for Jata’s head and torso in one.
