you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Creative enough is not something that Ronin particularly wants to think about too hard, the Star easily able to imagine what Frey would consider in place of a sword, for instance. He smiles to himself, able to hide it behind the shield he hoists up against his arm and shoulder, stepping back a fair distance as well when he notices she's chosen the bow and arrow to start. "Oh, I am absolutely sure - but if you hit me instead of the shield, you owe me a drink," he calls to her.
The arrow is loosed and it lands with a thock, thankfully, towards the edge of the shield, and Ronin pops up to admire the hit. "Not bad!" he tells Sera. "How does that feel? You want to try the throwing knives while you're at this distance?"
The arrow is loosed and it lands with a thock, thankfully, towards the edge of the shield, and Ronin pops up to admire the hit. "Not bad!" he tells Sera. "How does that feel? You want to try the throwing knives while you're at this distance?"
RONIN
