we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin tries to take it back as soon as the starbolts have been released, but of course it's far too late for it then. He winces against the flare of light, the smell of burning flesh that hits the air, a hand raising to shield his eyes. When he lets it drop again it's to see the damage dealt to Remi, to watch the other man struggle to his feet, and already he feels his chest grow tight and his feet start to move. But Remi stops him, Ronin swallowing down his protests with a sad shake of his head that nonetheless accepts what is about to happen.
He blurs forward - it's very rare for Ronin to push himself to go as fast as he knows his body can take - but at the same time he stays exactly where he is, eyes closed to concentrate. And it's his projection that launches at the alchemist in a battery of blows that call back from his time as a Storm Guard; strikes to the torso and a sweep of the legs to try and bring the other man down.
He blurs forward - it's very rare for Ronin to push himself to go as fast as he knows his body can take - but at the same time he stays exactly where he is, eyes closed to concentrate. And it's his projection that launches at the alchemist in a battery of blows that call back from his time as a Storm Guard; strikes to the torso and a sweep of the legs to try and bring the other man down.
the dark star
