RONIN
the darkstar
"It is heavier, but that is on purpose. If you wanted to take up a sword properly, I would suggest we got you a lighter blade." Something like a rapier might suit his daughter, he thinks, but for now they'll have to make do with whatever the training equipment provides them. He follows her over to the spot she's chosen, and he barely has time to ready his weapon (also in his right hand) before she's aiming a blow towards his shoulder. Ronin is forced to jump back, barking out a laugh and raising his blade to try and bat hers away. "No fair, I wasn't ready!" he protests.
Her teasing earns a grin from him, the Star bouncing his eyebrows across at her. "What do you mean? I am good at everything," he jokes. "My thing, though, has always been hand-to-hand combat. When I was a soldier back in Northaven, I was often sent behind enemy lines to collect intel. It didn't really work for me to have obvious weapons on display, so I learned to fight without them."
Her teasing earns a grin from him, the Star bouncing his eyebrows across at her. "What do you mean? I am good at everything," he jokes. "My thing, though, has always been hand-to-hand combat. When I was a soldier back in Northaven, I was often sent behind enemy lines to collect intel. It didn't really work for me to have obvious weapons on display, so I learned to fight without them."
