RONIN
Panting and squinting through the dust and sand and sweat in his eyes, Ronin dances back to avoid the larger man landing on him. He almost wants to apologise, but there's a roaring in his ears that he distantly realises is his pulse, and his teeth are bared in the rough approximation of a smile. "Oh, now that's just rude," he says through a hoarse voice as Neckless grabs a fucking chain of all things.
It whips at him and Ronin has two choices - move, or don't. And the Star has never been one to make the easy decision. His arm snatches out, letting the chain snap around his forearm, looping a few times and leaving a nasty welt that takes a few layers of skin with it. But it does allow him to grab the chain in turn, and he yanks at it with all of his might, aiming to pull Neckless into his waiting right hook.
It whips at him and Ronin has two choices - move, or don't. And the Star has never been one to make the easy decision. His arm snatches out, letting the chain snap around his forearm, looping a few times and leaving a nasty welt that takes a few layers of skin with it. But it does allow him to grab the chain in turn, and he yanks at it with all of his might, aiming to pull Neckless into his waiting right hook.
one more wish for you
