[Training] addicted to pain

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Having straightened up at last, still having to take slow and even breaths through his nose to get rid of the stitch in his side, Ronin couldn't miss the sound of his name in a familiar voice as he whipped around. Even in the rain, Roana was unmistakeable, and he grinned broadly to her and cast her a wave. "I wondered when I'd see you!" He panted, setting off in a clumsy jog until he had closed the distance between them, rain dripping from his nose. "Don't freak out, okay? Please." He laughed giddily. "I... It's a long story. Safrin pulled my star down from the sky. Ashetta bartered with Mort and now I'm here. I'm... well, I'm me, but my body is new apparently. No scars, and I can't run for shit, Ro."