we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The sentry is nodding a greeting to a couple of soldiers he knows when Salt approaches, and he gives her a gruff nod and grunts, gesturing into the grounds. "Drills are over for the morning, so yer free to go in," he confirms, and he won't stop her from entering should she decide to. "Don't hit anyone I wouldn't."
Within the training area, Ronin has indeed completed this morning's drills, and he's letting off some steam with one of the training dummies that lurk around the borders of the arena. It's true that he absolutely has to pull his punches these days - with almost everyone except Remi - but it doesn't mean there isn't room for improvement.
And so rather than aiming to knock the head off the dummy as he might have done once, his blows stop mere inches away from it, so he can check his form and efficiency. It's been a long time since he didn't use magic to fight, so this is actually kind of fun.
Within the training area, Ronin has indeed completed this morning's drills, and he's letting off some steam with one of the training dummies that lurk around the borders of the arena. It's true that he absolutely has to pull his punches these days - with almost everyone except Remi - but it doesn't mean there isn't room for improvement.
And so rather than aiming to knock the head off the dummy as he might have done once, his blows stop mere inches away from it, so he can check his form and efficiency. It's been a long time since he didn't use magic to fight, so this is actually kind of fun.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
