RONIN
"I appreciate that," Ronin says crookedly, and the twinkle in his eye suggests that he'll take it as a compliment whether or not it was fully intended that way. "And throwing knives, you say? I bet you're a riot at the bar." It's a hilarious clash of all social meets all social awkwardness, but Ronin has carried many a conversation in his time, and he heads out to the arena in the rain with his selected sword in hand.
Anju is already in stance, and its with a brief bow and a nod of his head that he weighs his own weapon in his hand and steps accordingly. "We go until first blood?" he assumes, eyeing her weapon and realising it is absolutely not the same as the practice sword he wields. Should be fun.
And so without further ado, he dances in with a sweeping thrust that he hopes to use to thwack her on the arm.
Anju is already in stance, and its with a brief bow and a nod of his head that he weighs his own weapon in his hand and steps accordingly. "We go until first blood?" he assumes, eyeing her weapon and realising it is absolutely not the same as the practice sword he wields. Should be fun.
And so without further ado, he dances in with a sweeping thrust that he hopes to use to thwack her on the arm.
one more wish for you
