gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
His nimbus flutters away, not entirely gone but lingering around the trees in case they need to make a quick getaway. And Ronin, realising that the best place for Maeve to be is, in fact, right where they are standing, hops away to another mossy hump and smiles over his shoulder. "We'll see just how good," he says playfully, continuing to lope away into the trees to try to flush out their snappy, gourdy friends.
"Ready your bow, here they come!" he calls, though his words are punctuated by a quick yelp, and the sound of pumpkin being kicked. A bunch of fragments of vampire gourd splatter across the swamp and hit the water with a splash, and a very grumpy Ronin emerges. Two more pumpkins are shambling towards Maeve now, not at all expecting to be punctured by arrows.
"Ready your bow, here they come!" he calls, though his words are punctuated by a quick yelp, and the sound of pumpkin being kicked. A bunch of fragments of vampire gourd splatter across the swamp and hit the water with a splash, and a very grumpy Ronin emerges. Two more pumpkins are shambling towards Maeve now, not at all expecting to be punctured by arrows.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
