is there a price to burn this paradise?
Jata was on his game and Ronin apparently had his head in the clouds; it wouldn’t be enough for them to both be evenly matched, would it? No, in their sparring matches, one of them had to fail just as hard as the other succeeded. ”Fuck sake, Jata,” Ronin says, laughing and backing up a bit as the other man successfully dodges his flurry of blows. ”I guess this is payback for our last round?”
It certainly seems to be, for out comes the Flood’s leg, sweeping his own from under him. Ronin goes down, but he’s a bit more prepared this time, and he manages to roll into it. Springing back up only a moment later, still crouched, he sweeps his own leg in return to try and get Jata on his level. Bigger they are, and all that.
It certainly seems to be, for out comes the Flood’s leg, sweeping his own from under him. Ronin goes down, but he’s a bit more prepared this time, and he manages to roll into it. Springing back up only a moment later, still crouched, he sweeps his own leg in return to try and get Jata on his level. Bigger they are, and all that.
