RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi might be surprised but Ronin isn't, or at least that's what he'd try to articulate into a text if he weren't currently being manhandled outside. He's drunk up past his waist by now, which means his legs only sort of want to respond to him. Luckily that means he can still come in swinging, which is exactly what he does as they're tossed into the parking lot. Does it matter that he started it? Does it matter that there's literally no need for it? Nah. Nah, it doesn't.
His first punch catches Angry Soup right across the jaw, sending his teeth crashing into each other and his body lurching to the side, and Ronin meanwhile tries to circle about, to get his bearings and put himself to the advantage, but lol if the world hasn't started spinning. By the time he focuses enough to gear up for a second punch, Angry Soup is bumrushing him in a tackle that sends both men right to the ground.
Something goes crunch in Ronin's back pocket. It's probably his phone. Fuck sake. He won't realise that until he's been scraped off the parking lot though, and for now a crowd is gathering and starting to cheer. So y'know, show must go on and all that.
His first punch catches Angry Soup right across the jaw, sending his teeth crashing into each other and his body lurching to the side, and Ronin meanwhile tries to circle about, to get his bearings and put himself to the advantage, but lol if the world hasn't started spinning. By the time he focuses enough to gear up for a second punch, Angry Soup is bumrushing him in a tackle that sends both men right to the ground.
Something goes crunch in Ronin's back pocket. It's probably his phone. Fuck sake. He won't realise that until he's been scraped off the parking lot though, and for now a crowd is gathering and starting to cheer. So y'know, show must go on and all that.
show me your darkness.
