RONIN
Ronin should absolutely be quick enough to get out of the way. And tell that to him about half a bottle of whiskey ago and he would be. Right now, though? The blow hits him like a hammer, catching him in the shortribs and driving the breath right out of his lungs as he hits the floor. Before the next bludgeoning can get him, though, he's scraping himself out of the way, huffing out a breath that's almost a laugh. It's been a while.
The bruise on his side is going to be spectacular, but he finds himself on his feet in a few wobbly seconds, throwing himself in again and trying to get under and around the swings that Neckless throws his way. If he succeeds, he'll drive his fist towards the man's solar plexus, following it up with a sweep of the legs that absolutely shouldn't be able to topple the man's weight, but it might just do it anyway.
The bruise on his side is going to be spectacular, but he finds himself on his feet in a few wobbly seconds, throwing himself in again and trying to get under and around the swings that Neckless throws his way. If he succeeds, he'll drive his fist towards the man's solar plexus, following it up with a sweep of the legs that absolutely shouldn't be able to topple the man's weight, but it might just do it anyway.
one more wish for you
