RONIN
the darkstar
"If you can make jokes on the battlefield, you're doing it right," Ronin murmurs with a small smile, realising suddenly that his daughter might be initiated into a bloodbath sooner rather than later. His voice lowers as he continues, "Everyone finds a way to cope. For me, I like to make things into a game. It doesn't make the consequences any less real, but it gives you a bit of space to process things." He hasn't intended to turn this into a philosophy-of-battle lesson, but here they are.
He's more prepared this time, at least, jumping back from her attempted slash and landing low, trying to sweep his blade to catch her across the leg with it. "You most certainly can," he says regarding hand-to-hand combat, grinning at her. "You can use any and every part of your body as a weapon. Good equipment is a must, though - no catching blades on your bare hands."
He's more prepared this time, at least, jumping back from her attempted slash and landing low, trying to sweep his blade to catch her across the leg with it. "You most certainly can," he says regarding hand-to-hand combat, grinning at her. "You can use any and every part of your body as a weapon. Good equipment is a must, though - no catching blades on your bare hands."
