we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Whoops, this isn't going to plan. Ronin is laughing, actually, at the way the debris simply refuses to be collected, but as he glances around at his daughter and his friend he realises they are all having a bit of a time of it. With a huffed breath that's half amusement, half irritation, he pauses on his nimbus and turns about.
"Hang on - last thing we we need is some fisherman reeling you in!" He grins at Maeve, and a second Ronin hops off the nimbus to go and help to disentangle her from the net. Meanwhile, he directs the cloud back around the lighthouse to try and grab the trash for a second time. Fingers crossed this one is more successful.
"You doing okay, punkin?" he calls to Seren as he glides by, both impressed but naturally wary of her being hurt whilst manhandling the boat.
Ronin tries to pick up debris again, and his astral projection tries to help Maeve get out of the net!
"Hang on - last thing we we need is some fisherman reeling you in!" He grins at Maeve, and a second Ronin hops off the nimbus to go and help to disentangle her from the net. Meanwhile, he directs the cloud back around the lighthouse to try and grab the trash for a second time. Fingers crossed this one is more successful.
"You doing okay, punkin?" he calls to Seren as he glides by, both impressed but naturally wary of her being hurt whilst manhandling the boat.
Ronin tries to pick up debris again, and his astral projection tries to help Maeve get out of the net!
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
