the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin? And who was that, exactly? Some weak-willed fallen star who had been talked into becoming king? Pathetic. Not to worry, though - the blight had created from that husk a fine predator indeed. It was equipped with strength and speed and powers a'plenty. So it was that Remi made chase on the astral-Ronin... and the real one dropped from the trees to the ground, intent on stalking his prey for a while longer.
The projection made it look easy, hopping over fallen branches and slippery stones as though it was nothing (because it was). In the meantime a shadow prowled through the woods in pursuit, taking higher ground until the ex-captain could watch as Remi followed the bait, stupid in his innocence.
Then his patience ran out.
With a snarl that only sounded minimally human, Ronin dropped down from his scouting spot, intend on landing on the alchemist to pin him down and... and do gods knew what, honestly.
The projection made it look easy, hopping over fallen branches and slippery stones as though it was nothing (because it was). In the meantime a shadow prowled through the woods in pursuit, taking higher ground until the ex-captain could watch as Remi followed the bait, stupid in his innocence.
Then his patience ran out.
With a snarl that only sounded minimally human, Ronin dropped down from his scouting spot, intend on landing on the alchemist to pin him down and... and do gods knew what, honestly.
THE
FALLEN STAR
