Clearly Ronin had gotten the wrong end of the stick when it came to precisely what Jigano was (or had been, at least, in his old life), and the hunter ducked his head apologetically, a soft smile on his face. "That sounds like quite a life," he murmured. "I wonder why you were not brought here with your magic intact, rather than your heritage. Both seem quite important," he remarked, though it was mostly idle chat by then, Ronin gauging the right place to stand before he decided to prod at the Wicker Woman.
"You'll probably be better off swinging the axe then, than trying to play tug of war with a tree rooted in the earth." Ronin smirked as Jigano confessed about his strength (or lack thereof), at the same time scooting forward to tickle at the bark of the tree before them. It reacted immediately, of course, and Ronin yelped as he was tugged a little toward it. Slowly and painstakingly, he managed to get a foothold behind a root, leaning back into his pull to make the Wicker Woman have to stretch to continue her binding grip.
"Oh," he panted. "I wasn't a captain then. Just a regular guard."
"You'll probably be better off swinging the axe then, than trying to play tug of war with a tree rooted in the earth." Ronin smirked as Jigano confessed about his strength (or lack thereof), at the same time scooting forward to tickle at the bark of the tree before them. It reacted immediately, of course, and Ronin yelped as he was tugged a little toward it. Slowly and painstakingly, he managed to get a foothold behind a root, leaning back into his pull to make the Wicker Woman have to stretch to continue her binding grip.
"Oh," he panted. "I wasn't a captain then. Just a regular guard."
