we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Luckily I'm not much of a swordsman," Ronin admits with a lopsided smile as they continue to stalk around one another. "More likely to forget I'm holding a blade than anything else." As is proven when he doesn't bother to pick his weapon back up. It does mean, however, that he's much more likely to react on instinct, which is exactly what happens as Salt moves in for her feint.
This time Ronin moves up to parry her blade away with his arm, but as it connects, the flesh has rippled and shifted into something much more resembling dragonscale. His fingers, too, are akin now to wicked claws or talons, though there's little more than mild surprise on his face as he disengages, letting out a soft laugh. "Sorry - that caught me a bit off guard," he says. "Do you want to keep going?"
This time Ronin moves up to parry her blade away with his arm, but as it connects, the flesh has rippled and shifted into something much more resembling dragonscale. His fingers, too, are akin now to wicked claws or talons, though there's little more than mild surprise on his face as he disengages, letting out a soft laugh. "Sorry - that caught me a bit off guard," he says. "Do you want to keep going?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
