we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Astral!Ronin and the real thing wear matching grins as they successfully manage to bait out Noah, but before the Huntsman can decide on his next move, the Sentinel is gone. His eyebrows raise, impressed, before the sound of boots on a platform draws his attention around. Dismissing his astral self, it's only one Ronin who surveys Noah in turn this time. "Neat trick," he remarks.
But he's got plenty of others up his sleeve - so it is as the other man puts himself on the high ground, Ronin conjures a single shooting star. Darting across the arena in the hope of splitting Noah's attention again, he flings the starbolt at his fellow demigod, though not with any real intention to hurt.
But he's got plenty of others up his sleeve - so it is as the other man puts himself on the high ground, Ronin conjures a single shooting star. Darting across the arena in the hope of splitting Noah's attention again, he flings the starbolt at his fellow demigod, though not with any real intention to hurt.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
