forward can’t be stopped

please just don't forget me Blah, blah, blah, shirts and shoes, whatever. When either of the men turned to face Ronin, it would be to find that the hunter had already shucked off all of his clothes (and the lack of tanline would suggest that this was far from his first skinny dip since reaching Torchline). "He's right, of course," he all but purred, smirking over his shoulder at Remi. "Luckily enough, he taught me to swim and now I often leave him splashing about in the surf." It was a lie, actually, to say that Ronin was naked. Rings and other jewellery aside, he wore a leather collar into which was set a shimmering and opalescent jewel, such that it was pressed warmly against his throat. Cute, right? Yeah, the cloud manta whose forehead he had carved it out of didn't think so. "Allow me to demonstrate." Grinning and nudging a shoulder against Remi's on the way past, Ronin wasted no time in running right into the waves, keen to test out his new little artifact.