RONIN
the darkstar
Sugar could use the break, Ronin supplies as an excuse to move onto the more straightforward track, though he doesn't slow down at all, trusting Amalia when she says he doesn't need to take it easy. Sweat beads on his forehead and rolls down the back of his neck, but the weight of the vest he wears doesn't stop him. If anything, it's as though Ronin is trying to make himself exhausted.
Glancing fleetingly at her as they round a bend, a smirk slants across the Star's face. I thought you'd have been busying youself with the Order and the temple, he says, picking up speed once they're on a straight part of the track again. Race m-- oi! Evidently he doesn't expect the wing to knock him off balance, Ronin swearing under his breath and quickly righting himself, taking off after Amalia.
I've been out here for an hour already - this is hardly fair! he calls after her.
Glancing fleetingly at her as they round a bend, a smirk slants across the Star's face. I thought you'd have been busying youself with the Order and the temple, he says, picking up speed once they're on a straight part of the track again. Race m-- oi! Evidently he doesn't expect the wing to knock him off balance, Ronin swearing under his breath and quickly righting himself, taking off after Amalia.
I've been out here for an hour already - this is hardly fair! he calls after her.
