we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin is busy completing his own warmup when Phoebe arrives, but she'd be forgiven for not noticing at first, given that he's running the track around the perimeter of the grounds. They won't see each other for a few minutes, though when his fellow demigoddess does come into view, the Huntsman's steps slow and he raises a hand in a wave.
In a tank top and a pair of sweatpants (the sun is already getting high and he can feel a bright, hot day ahead), he's catching his breath as he slows into a trot to bring himself close to her. "You look very spritely," he remarks with a flash of teeth, opening his arms for a hug for the Nightingale. "It's been this long, and the first thing you want to do is beat me up? I could start getting ideas, Phoebe."
In a tank top and a pair of sweatpants (the sun is already getting high and he can feel a bright, hot day ahead), he's catching his breath as he slows into a trot to bring himself close to her. "You look very spritely," he remarks with a flash of teeth, opening his arms for a hug for the Nightingale. "It's been this long, and the first thing you want to do is beat me up? I could start getting ideas, Phoebe."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
