this madness of now

Oh good. His husband had always been intending to join the fray. Ronin felt a shiver move through him as a tentacle became a hand and Remi rose up to stand at his back. For the hunter's part his stance was almost dangerously relaxed, thumb hooked into the waist of his pants, free hand hanging freely (though curled, ever so slightly, into a preparatory fist). "You're good, thanks. I've sat on enough wood this morning already." Blowing a kiss in return, Ronin followed at a leisurely pace as Remi moved in. He wasn't nearly as swift as the whiplash strike his husband would undoubtedly deliver, but when Ronin's right hook came around there was real feeling behind it, and it was punctuated by a burst of starlight from within him that told of a temper held too often in check. A brawl, out and out, sounded absolutely wonderful, and the man he'd struck was already on the ground. Ronin left him there - his astral projection strode forward and out of him to take over, allowing the Dark Star to turn his attention to the leader. "Let's go, then." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.