I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Share what? Kills?" Ronin grins, just about propping the axe on his shoulder when Remi comes to drape against him. Tilting his head and letting out an indulgent hum as if to encourage more attention, he reaches out with his free arm to draw the alchemist up and against his side. "Say it again," he whispers, though he leans in to silence any further words with his lips and tongue.
The thunder is loud enough, this time, to shake the foundations of their porch (of which there are none, of course, but in a dream it doesn't matter), and as Ronin draws back, it's to catch a faceless, keening thing launching itself at them from the fog. Hefting the axe around in a swing that should not look that easy, it's with teeth bared in a grin that the Huntsman buries the blade in its skull. "One," he murmurs.
The thunder is loud enough, this time, to shake the foundations of their porch (of which there are none, of course, but in a dream it doesn't matter), and as Ronin draws back, it's to catch a faceless, keening thing launching itself at them from the fog. Hefting the axe around in a swing that should not look that easy, it's with teeth bared in a grin that the Huntsman buries the blade in its skull. "One," he murmurs.
RONIN
