gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Ronin inquires, calling out from the undergrowth. His voice is a little strained, likely because of the gourd that has just bitten his ankle (now floating in chunks in the swamp water), but at Maeve's second call, he rustles a bunch of branches and unleashes another two pumpkins, trying to hurry them towards the madame's waiting arrows.
This time when a fat little gourd tries to take a chunk out of him, Ronin is ready. "Aha!" He shouts as he pulls his foot away, hopping across the moss to avoid it. Hopefully he's spry enough to be able to avoid Maeve's arrows as well. "I think I've made enough of a ruckus to have them attacking us without encouragement, so I'll come and join you now."
This time when a fat little gourd tries to take a chunk out of him, Ronin is ready. "Aha!" He shouts as he pulls his foot away, hopping across the moss to avoid it. Hopefully he's spry enough to be able to avoid Maeve's arrows as well. "I think I've made enough of a ruckus to have them attacking us without encouragement, so I'll come and join you now."
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
