bleed it dry, leave us here with nothing
Ronin took a long, deep breath and stepped back from the training dummy for a moment, smiling across at Remi and self-consciously rubbing at the back on his neck. He had never had an issue with appearances before, but gods knew Ronin was aware that he was weak. That he looked weak. Not since he had been a kid in the Storm Guard had be been so easy to shove over.
"Mm," he said softly, nodding and reaching out to steady the dummy where it still wobbled about. "And look at you now, huh?"
"Mm," he said softly, nodding and reaching out to steady the dummy where it still wobbled about. "And look at you now, huh?"
