the baffled king composing hallelujah
Of course, Amalia would leap straight through his illusion, soaring through its chest and into avian form, much to the hunter's surprise. His lost concentration cost him his astral projection, and he spent a good few minutes simply running from her. A broad smile on his face and his heart thundering in his chest, Ronin let out a good natured shout of disappointment as he was tagged, and he tumbled and fell dramatically into the long grasses.
There he stayed for a moment, until he suddenly sprang back up in chase of the bird, laughing and trying to tag her in return. At least, that was what it looked like. The real Ronin was still hiding in the grass and trying to get his breath back.
There he stayed for a moment, until he suddenly sprang back up in chase of the bird, laughing and trying to tag her in return. At least, that was what it looked like. The real Ronin was still hiding in the grass and trying to get his breath back.
