there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"I'm not trying to be smug," Ronin says, his smile growing a touch contrite as he moves forward for her to block him. "Pretty sure my head is just bone and bad decisions," he continues as if that should make a difference, the Star grinning as she successfully (more or less) blocks his punch. "That was it, yeah!" He nods, straightening up. "And you can feel however you like - you don't look fat, and you're doing very well."
Encouragement given, he steps back one last time for her to take another swing at him. "This time I'll try and block you. And once we've done that, we'll head over to the training dummies and you can have at them for a while. That should help you to work up a sweat - and now you can punch without hurting yourself, I hope."
Encouragement given, he steps back one last time for her to take another swing at him. "This time I'll try and block you. And once we've done that, we'll head over to the training dummies and you can have at them for a while. That should help you to work up a sweat - and now you can punch without hurting yourself, I hope."
RONIN
