"I mean, I would love to be trained by the Commander of the Storm." Koa's eager reverence is nearly palpable, his copper eyes wide with excitement at the prospect of such a thing. First he meets his hero, now he might be able to train with him? It's possibly the coolest thing that has ever happened in his entire life, and our lad is fanboying, hard.
Ronin's words do wonders for his morose mood, bringing Koa out of the dregs of inadequacy and into the normal realm of do-what-you-gotta-do. "I dunno, man - shooting fireballs sounds a whole lot cooler than just punching real good." He laughs at the notion, shaking his head, but the smile on his face speaks volumes. Ronin has hit the nerve of what Koa longs to be: nothing spectacular like a demigod, but someone who other people can turn to, a reliable leader capable of protecting who he loves.
Ronin's words do wonders for his morose mood, bringing Koa out of the dregs of inadequacy and into the normal realm of do-what-you-gotta-do. "I dunno, man - shooting fireballs sounds a whole lot cooler than just punching real good." He laughs at the notion, shaking his head, but the smile on his face speaks volumes. Ronin has hit the nerve of what Koa longs to be: nothing spectacular like a demigod, but someone who other people can turn to, a reliable leader capable of protecting who he loves.
Koa
