RONIN
Yep, there it is. Ronin plunges his foot down and he gets a just dessert as his reward, if a dessert came in the form of teeth, claws, and a qilin slamming into him. Amalia judges well and she's skilled with her shifts, the Star's antlers overbalancing him considerably as he staggers back. With a hissed curse, he goes down with all the grace expected of a toppled stag, the huge rack disappearing so he can try and catch his breath, to curl in on himself.
"Aight, I was stupid," he wheezes after a while, trying to peer up at her. There's perhaps a small smile on his face, pained as it is, and he tosses Amalia a lazy salute. "Shall we call it quits for now, or do you want to beat my ass some more first?" he asks, huffing out another breath and rolling to carefully sit himself up.
"Aight, I was stupid," he wheezes after a while, trying to peer up at her. There's perhaps a small smile on his face, pained as it is, and he tosses Amalia a lazy salute. "Shall we call it quits for now, or do you want to beat my ass some more first?" he asks, huffing out another breath and rolling to carefully sit himself up.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
