RONIN
the darkstar
"They aren't really my thing either." Ronin sidles up beside his daughter with a sneaky sort of smile on his lips. He both is and isn't looking at her, the Star in his training garb (read: anything loose enough to be able to move easily in) and watching the other recruits as they tackle the various challenges and sparring matches. "Swords, I mean," he clarifies for Seren, grinning and moving to select a blunt training blade for himself as well.
"Though I have been practicing lately. It can't hurt to keep on top of your skills, right?" Even if Ronin did prefer to punch his problems away. Regardless, he nods across the way to where Seren has been throwing her knives. "Your aim is getting really good. You want a practice bout with me? Maybe you can knock me on my arse and show me up in front of everyone."
"Though I have been practicing lately. It can't hurt to keep on top of your skills, right?" Even if Ronin did prefer to punch his problems away. Regardless, he nods across the way to where Seren has been throwing her knives. "Your aim is getting really good. You want a practice bout with me? Maybe you can knock me on my arse and show me up in front of everyone."
