[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. Like his friend, the temporary respite was almost as jarring as the scream; luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for Ronin, something peculiar happened in that moment. As he managed to rake the blades of his glove across the banshee he felt somehow rejuvinated... angry, even. Even the quieter sounds of the shriek grated on him, in fact, Ronin's gaze darkening and his hands balling into fists. Blood pumped, hot and heavy, through his veins - he could taste it even, but he'd probably bitten his lip somewhere back in the chase. Growling something under his breath, as Remi fought to unbalance the witch the guildmaster was on her in an instant, gauntleted fist slamming into her skull while his free hand fought to grasp one of her wrists to prevent her from getting too much of a grip on him.