R O N I N
It sounded strange, but Ronin had almost been waiting for this from Remi. It wasn't that surprising he supposed, considering that he was the former Captain of Training back in Northaven, so whipping soldiers into shape was kind of his thing. Except now it was trying to teach Edrei and Alistair and any number of his new bounty hunters how to use a variety of weapons and when not to stand in the way of a beast. Sparring with Remi, in comparison, seemed remarkably easy.
"Hey!" he called as he approached, a broad grin on his face. Ronin was dressed in loose clothing with his ever-more-patchy Storm Guard armour buckled over it - he wore his kinesis bracers but had left his new weapon at home. The glove he called Snakebite would not do here, not when he didn't want to cause any major injury to his friend.
"I didn't realise you could pull off brooding so well." He smirked at the other man, pausing just before him and motioning for Remi to come and walk with him. "How are you doing?"
