you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
The sound of a voice has Ronin glancing up, the Star both surprised and not to see the Priest climbing into the ring with him. Indeed, it's a friendly smile he conjures for Gideon, Ronin nudging the dummy to the corner of the ring where they'll have space to spar, and he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "For now, yes. I trained the Artificer this morning, but I guess I'm all yours this afternoon."
And then he remembers their previous meeting, Ronin letting out a self-deprecating sort of chuckle and shaking his head. "Not like that, of course. Though it would be nice to speak to you properly for the first time. Here, I'll start: hi, I'm Ronin."
Stepping back to take a defensive stance, he tilts his head to hear that the other man wishes to regain his skill rather than learning it brand new. "Oh, did you scrap before, then?" he asks, clear interest in his voice. "The Priest has a colourful past, I see."
And then he remembers their previous meeting, Ronin letting out a self-deprecating sort of chuckle and shaking his head. "Not like that, of course. Though it would be nice to speak to you properly for the first time. Here, I'll start: hi, I'm Ronin."
Stepping back to take a defensive stance, he tilts his head to hear that the other man wishes to regain his skill rather than learning it brand new. "Oh, did you scrap before, then?" he asks, clear interest in his voice. "The Priest has a colourful past, I see."
The huntsman
