there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
This shouldn't be making a demigod sweat, and yet here they are, Ronin laughing even if it sounds suspiciously like he's trying to catch his breath from being squashed against a wall and around a corner. "Well I just hope that whatever's in here is worth being saved from a watery grave," he grates out, and so help him, if there's nothing of vital importance in this oversized crate, he'll sink the ship himself.
Or rather... he'll think real hard about it. In his imagination. Yeah.
They manage to squeeze around the first corner and when another appears, Ronin swears around that as well. "Gods, you'd think they'd put directions or arrows on the floor or something," he hisses, only to groan at the sight of a ladder up to the deck. "Okay, you go first and I'll start lifting it up to you, alright?"
Or rather... he'll think real hard about it. In his imagination. Yeah.
They manage to squeeze around the first corner and when another appears, Ronin swears around that as well. "Gods, you'd think they'd put directions or arrows on the floor or something," he hisses, only to groan at the sight of a ladder up to the deck. "Okay, you go first and I'll start lifting it up to you, alright?"
RONIN
