and on to the glory at my right hand
Deimos's offer to Remi is more than generous, and yet the Huntsman has to stop himself from directing a sharp look in the Sword's direction. It's born from nothing more than possessiveness and now really isn't the time, so Ronin swallows it back and takes the comments on all sides into consideration.
"No, I can't feel much of anything from it," he admits, lowering into a crouch and carefully reaching out and over the Ascended, wary of it popping up and taking a bite out of him like in a bad horror movie. "Only one way to find out, I guess," he admits, before leaning down to unloop the pendant from the body's neck.
And a great big fat nothing happens.
His shoulders sink with relief, Ronin rising back to his feet and smiling. "I'll take that as a win. Shall we get the fuck out of here?"
"No, I can't feel much of anything from it," he admits, lowering into a crouch and carefully reaching out and over the Ascended, wary of it popping up and taking a bite out of him like in a bad horror movie. "Only one way to find out, I guess," he admits, before leaning down to unloop the pendant from the body's neck.
And a great big fat nothing happens.
His shoulders sink with relief, Ronin rising back to his feet and smiling. "I'll take that as a win. Shall we get the fuck out of here?"
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