we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"More fool them," Ronin says of the men who have underestimated her in the past. "But I bet they learn their lesson pretty quickly. Rest assured, I won't be making their mistakes." Flashing her a smile as they trade steel and he manages to catch her, Ronin pulls back and straightens up once more shaking out his hands before readjusting his grip on the sword.
She is good, and the teacher in him admires the foundations of her skill, speaking of a talent that will only continue to be honed in the future. Strength, after all, can be built up, and some are even better off sacrificing it for agility. "Too many," he says of his past experiences, sounding a touch sad and wrinkling his nose. "But I run just as many training drills these days. Keeps you on your toes, right?"
Speaking of which, as he's invited to make the first move this time, Ronin makes an effort to lunge forward, only to drop low once more and sweep his blade towards her legs.
She is good, and the teacher in him admires the foundations of her skill, speaking of a talent that will only continue to be honed in the future. Strength, after all, can be built up, and some are even better off sacrificing it for agility. "Too many," he says of his past experiences, sounding a touch sad and wrinkling his nose. "But I run just as many training drills these days. Keeps you on your toes, right?"
Speaking of which, as he's invited to make the first move this time, Ronin makes an effort to lunge forward, only to drop low once more and sweep his blade towards her legs.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
