I will fight the end
”Gods fucking damn i—“ Cut off by the door slamming in his face, Ronin shook out his hand and growled a few other choice curses, though he was already moving to vault down from the platform to run towards where Amalia and his projection were waiting. The Shield would likely hear his footsteps, growing closer until he skidded into the doorway.
His projection shot forward into the dark like this was some strange relay where all the participants were Ronin, the Star simultaneously holding the door and trying to get an arm around Amalia. ”You can’t save everyone,” he grated, his voice rough around the words. If he was successful he’d pull her around so the projection could take the brunt of whatever might happen.
Meatshield Ronin to the rescue!
His projection shot forward into the dark like this was some strange relay where all the participants were Ronin, the Star simultaneously holding the door and trying to get an arm around Amalia. ”You can’t save everyone,” he grated, his voice rough around the words. If he was successful he’d pull her around so the projection could take the brunt of whatever might happen.
Meatshield Ronin to the rescue!
'til the end is here
