[SEASONAL EVENT] Diamond Dust

what. "Well, now that I have encountered this creature precisely more than zero times, perhaps I will be able to take some notes and enquire with the Naturals about it," Ronin said with a smirk, rolling his eyes right back at Remi and following his pale gaze over to the banshee's remains. He wrinkled his nose; he knew Remi was right but he really didn't want him to be. Eventually, with an exhausted sigh, Ronin levered himself to his feet. He still felt sick and his head was pounding, but yes, it was usual protocol to bring the remains back as a 'trophy' if nothing more. He tilted his head at Remi's somewhat unsure response to the God Hand gauntlet he wore, but he couldn't really mention much on it. Ronin hadn't seen enough of Ludo's mask and what it could do to offer scepticism, but if he had he'd probably understand his friend's reaction a lot more. Hearing Remi out as he spoke of the ice nymph, Ronin managed to lash the banshee's clawed hands together, allowing him to drag it through the snow. "No," he agreed. "It certainly isn't... but I think Northaven could be just as horrifying."