RONIN
the darkstar
"I consider myself intimidated," Ronin informs his daughter, despite his sunny smile in response to her slasher grin, before his focus is dragged once more towards their bout. Seren is quick, her style so similar to Ronin's that he can't help but be impressed - perhaps it's that which lets her slip in so close, or maybe he's just distracted (or letting her win, who knows). Either way, the strike connects - it's not a deep cut, but it still shreds the fabric of his shirt as he tries to dance back.
"Very nicely done," he says, swatting at her blade in an attempt to knock it from her hand and end the bout. The cut to his chest has started bleeding ever so slightly, not that it bothers him too much, Ronin straightening up and offering her a roguish sort of bow. "I think that gives you first blood, madam."
"Very nicely done," he says, swatting at her blade in an attempt to knock it from her hand and end the bout. The cut to his chest has started bleeding ever so slightly, not that it bothers him too much, Ronin straightening up and offering her a roguish sort of bow. "I think that gives you first blood, madam."
