there is always hope
Ronin snorts at that, shaking his head; when you can shoot stars from your palms, arrows fall a little flat. "We'll leave the shooting to Vai, she's had a lot more practice than eye have." And while he doesn't say it, he's got the same idea - the witch could probably use the sap in more than just weaponry, given her experiments with medicines and tinctures. Scoffing at the other man's response to the mention of Jigano, Ronin slows to a stop when the Wicker Woman comes into view.
Gnarled and twisted around neighbouring trees, such that they are left dying and dried out in its grasp, the tree is quite the formidable looking thing. And, Ronin thinks, it still doesn't stand a chance against the two of them. "Do you want to be bait?" he asks Remi, a smile spreading across his face. "I can always use my projection, so the choice is yours."
Gnarled and twisted around neighbouring trees, such that they are left dying and dried out in its grasp, the tree is quite the formidable looking thing. And, Ronin thinks, it still doesn't stand a chance against the two of them. "Do you want to be bait?" he asks Remi, a smile spreading across his face. "I can always use my projection, so the choice is yours."
