we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It goes quickly, and Ronin is impressed by his opponent's agility. That paired with his (so sue him) proclivity to pull his punches these days, and the fact that he's always been more of a brawler than a duelist, all mean that her feint has him pivoting away from the imagined blow only for the uppercut to catch him right where she intends it to. Huffing out a laugh and trying to dance back a foot or two, still holding his sword, the Huntsman rolls his shoulders.
"Well I feel stupid," he says, flashing her a grin and inhaling deeply, as if to steel himself to this type of combat, even if he doesn't engage in it all that often. Once he's ready, he goes in again, using both hands on the sword to try and engage in a few clashes of steel, feeling out her strength and movements. Only once he's tested the water, so to speak, does he extend his blade to try and go for her right side, dropping low as he goes.
"Well I feel stupid," he says, flashing her a grin and inhaling deeply, as if to steel himself to this type of combat, even if he doesn't engage in it all that often. Once he's ready, he goes in again, using both hands on the sword to try and engage in a few clashes of steel, feeling out her strength and movements. Only once he's tested the water, so to speak, does he extend his blade to try and go for her right side, dropping low as he goes.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
