I will fight the end
”Wonderful. I love beetles.” Ronin doesn’t, but he allows the creature to cling to him as it appears that the rest of their group are being similarly used as a ride. Sneering playfully back at his husband, he continues on the path and frowns at the sight of something strangely familiar. ”Keep on guard,” he warns. ”I’m sure last time, the jungle tried to snare us.”
And a couple of starbolts start to shine over his shoulder, as if in preparation to sear through anything that attempts to snatch onto them. ”Amalia, can you ask them where they’re taking us?” he asks the Shield, as if the treeflits might actually have some sort of an idea what’s happening and why.
Ronin prepares some starbolts in case the jungle pulls more shit, and asks Ama to see if the treeflits will say more about where they’re going.
And a couple of starbolts start to shine over his shoulder, as if in preparation to sear through anything that attempts to snatch onto them. ”Amalia, can you ask them where they’re taking us?” he asks the Shield, as if the treeflits might actually have some sort of an idea what’s happening and why.
Ronin prepares some starbolts in case the jungle pulls more shit, and asks Ama to see if the treeflits will say more about where they’re going.
'til the end is here
