this madness of now

Gods it felt good to fight again. Gaze snapping to Remi briefly as he spotted his grapple with the rhino-faced goon, for a moment he considered helping out. But then Remi's claws came out and Ronin figured his husband would be absolutely fine. Besides, there was someone more fun to play with in the form of the leader. Whilst his astral projection continued to rain blows down on goon 1 (and tried to get a cheeky elbow at goon 2 at the same time), the hunter prepared himself for whatever this new opponent would throw. Ropes, it turned out. He would throw ropes. "Into that kind of stuff, huh?" he said with a sharp smile, one of the ropes already snaking tightly around his wrist, another working around his waist. The blow to the shins hurt but wasn't something he could necessarily avoid, and his knees met the sand. Sneering up at the leader, Ronin seemed almost disappointed, and a fierce glow began to light within him. "And here I was hoping we'd just punch the crap out of each other. Coward, using magic." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.