A line in the sand [reprise]

please just don't forget me Ronin had deja vu. Combat training he'd had aplenty, in both the then-Training Grounds and out on these very shores, and his bruised hands and aching muscles knew the regime well. It had helped keep his strikes quick and his feet deft, but there had to be something more he could do. And as captain of the very vocation of training, he figured it was up to him to find it. That was what had brought him to the shores today (that and knowing he would see the Siren's Call bobbing away in the distance). And as a workout went, it was doing itself justice, he had to admit. The next wave that came to tickle at the alchemist's feet would bring something a bit more interesting with it. Ronin stood up from the sea a little ways out, where the waters would still play about his legs, having allowed the tide to carry him back to shore to save him the effort. Swimming definitely brought a new aspect to his workout in that it was actually exhausting. The captain swept wet hair that had darkened to jet black out of his face, rolling aching shoulders as he made his slow way through the shadows to the shore. He was still catching his breath, the afternoon sun warming his back and already starting to dry him off. When he reached the edge of the waters, he caught sight of Remi, staring at him like he had just walked out of a dream. Ronin arched an eyebrow. "Like what you see?" He grinned. Ronin was, of course, completely naked.