we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
He can't help but grin at her barbs, shrugging his shoulders. "Needs must and all that. For what it's worth, I think it's long overdue, and I wish we'd opened them up earlier. I'm Ronin, by the way." Soldier feels like a word from another life, back when things were simple in a lot of ways but equally as complicated in others. Regardless, Ronin doesn't know if he fits that word any more. Everything is complicated where he's concerned.
He does notice the tell-tale signs of a lingering wound, having nursed enough of them himself, and if this had been a real fight it would have certainly been something to take advantage of; for here and now, though, he'll do his best not to further prolong the healing process. "I absolutely believe it. Don't knock me around the head too hard, a'right?"
Grinning, Ronin follows after her and nods, grabbing a sword for himself from one of the supply racks. "Guarded steel works just fine with me," he says, giving the weapon a couple of experimental swings. "Show me what you've got."
He does notice the tell-tale signs of a lingering wound, having nursed enough of them himself, and if this had been a real fight it would have certainly been something to take advantage of; for here and now, though, he'll do his best not to further prolong the healing process. "I absolutely believe it. Don't knock me around the head too hard, a'right?"
Grinning, Ronin follows after her and nods, grabbing a sword for himself from one of the supply racks. "Guarded steel works just fine with me," he says, giving the weapon a couple of experimental swings. "Show me what you've got."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
