we live in a world someone else imagined
What had Ronin been expecting? He absolutely couldn't have said, only upon reflection, it might not have been wise to blurt out the General's name so candidly. Yes, he and Amalia were fine. Yes, he had come a long way since that dark day when he had seen his little girl, lifeless and bloodied in Rexanna's arms and thought both she and Remi dead. But that did not prevent his actions from having consequences. Some had already shown themselves. Another was about to floor him with a punch.
The crack of Deimos's fist meeting his jaw seemed to echo throughout the Greatwood (it probably didn't, but the noise certainly seemed to rattle around in Ronin's head a lot), and the trees flipped upside down and the earth swam. Tasting copper and already feeling his jaw and cheekbone begin a steady throb of agony, the Dark Star had to reach up and check that nothing was broken. He'd gotten lucky, he thought.
Still, groaning and disoriented, he managed to get his elbows under him enough to gaze up at Deimos, even if the other man was blurry right now. "Deserved that," he managed. "Want to keep goin'?"
The crack of Deimos's fist meeting his jaw seemed to echo throughout the Greatwood (it probably didn't, but the noise certainly seemed to rattle around in Ronin's head a lot), and the trees flipped upside down and the earth swam. Tasting copper and already feeling his jaw and cheekbone begin a steady throb of agony, the Dark Star had to reach up and check that nothing was broken. He'd gotten lucky, he thought.
Still, groaning and disoriented, he managed to get his elbows under him enough to gaze up at Deimos, even if the other man was blurry right now. "Deserved that," he managed. "Want to keep goin'?"
the dark star
