the wounds are open and bleeding out
No honour?
"No mercy."
Gods it feels good to lash out, the Star pulling his leg back and even managing to plant it back in the sand with some sort of grace, which honestly surprises no one more than himself.
"I was really hopin' I'd have managed to kick the chattiness outta you," he slurs, taking a step back and completely overbalancing, managing to end up slumped in the ropes in the sand next to his handy dandy liquor bottle. "You talk more'n I do. An' that's sayin' somethin'. I'm a talkerer, when I'm not a fighterer."
Who is he explaining this all to? Your guess is as good as Ronin's. "Where you goin', anyway? S'your go!" Sighing and sagging into the ropes, Ronin waves a hand. "Fine. I didn't want to fight anyways."
"No mercy."
Gods it feels good to lash out, the Star pulling his leg back and even managing to plant it back in the sand with some sort of grace, which honestly surprises no one more than himself.
"I was really hopin' I'd have managed to kick the chattiness outta you," he slurs, taking a step back and completely overbalancing, managing to end up slumped in the ropes in the sand next to his handy dandy liquor bottle. "You talk more'n I do. An' that's sayin' somethin'. I'm a talkerer, when I'm not a fighterer."
Who is he explaining this all to? Your guess is as good as Ronin's. "Where you goin', anyway? S'your go!" Sighing and sagging into the ropes, Ronin waves a hand. "Fine. I didn't want to fight anyways."
THE
DARK STAR
