there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Babysitting forgotten, pacifism forgotten, Ronin is all for it when Amalia finally turns to his way of thinking, not that it seems to stop the onslaught of gourds. The Huntsman's frustration is all for the way the little orange fuckers are ruining his husband's shop, but the sight of blood on Amalia is enough to kick it up a notch again. "Oh absolutely not," he half growls, a fierce glow already stirring at his core.
"Cover your eyes, Amalia--" Ronin's warning comes a split second before the supernova blasts out of him, incinerating all of the gourds within a 60ft radius and simultaneously sending a powerful wave of healing throughout the Archangel. And when the light dies down, it finds the two demigods awash in warm pumpkin juice and guts and seeds, and there's a lot of cleaning to do.
"Are you alright?" Ronin pants.
"Cover your eyes, Amalia--" Ronin's warning comes a split second before the supernova blasts out of him, incinerating all of the gourds within a 60ft radius and simultaneously sending a powerful wave of healing throughout the Archangel. And when the light dies down, it finds the two demigods awash in warm pumpkin juice and guts and seeds, and there's a lot of cleaning to do.
"Are you alright?" Ronin pants.
RONIN
