we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Oop!" Again, Ronin's preference towards hand-to-hand combat is his downfall, and he flashes Salt a wicked smile as she succeeds in pinning his blade to the ground. However, as she moves to strike at his chest his palms come up reflexively, dropping his own weapon to clap together around the flat of her blade, twisting and trying to guide it away and over his shoulder.
Huffing out a laugh - because it's fun and he can't deny it - at the next opportunity Ronin releases her guarded steel and jumps back. He's got no weapon now, but that's alright. He's been in worse pickles in his time. "Nicely done," he observes with a smile, prowling around her in a slow circle, expecting her to make the next move.
Huffing out a laugh - because it's fun and he can't deny it - at the next opportunity Ronin releases her guarded steel and jumps back. He's got no weapon now, but that's alright. He's been in worse pickles in his time. "Nicely done," he observes with a smile, prowling around her in a slow circle, expecting her to make the next move.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
