we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I'm sure they'd not say no to you," Ronin assures Liam regarding the new-and-improved Dragoons guild. "And if it helps sweeten the deal at all, I'll be joining as well. It'll be like old times." Waggling his eyebrows as if to ask how the other man could possibly refuse, Ronin lets his expression soften and stretches his arms above his head, glancing around at the strange and seemingly randomly placed pools of not-water.
"This would make a pretty good training ground, speaking of the Dragoons," he remarks with a mischievous grin. "For more than just jogging, too. We can spar a little if you want. See if you've still got it." He will, Ronin is almost certain about that, but it isn't every day that two ex-soldiers meet like this, and old habits die hard.
"This would make a pretty good training ground, speaking of the Dragoons," he remarks with a mischievous grin. "For more than just jogging, too. We can spar a little if you want. See if you've still got it." He will, Ronin is almost certain about that, but it isn't every day that two ex-soldiers meet like this, and old habits die hard.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
