RONIN
Ronin raises his eyebrows as he spots the spittle and blood fly, as Neckless grunts at him to give him a taste of what's to come. "My family are dead or too far away to see. Got nothing to lose," he replies with just as much of an apology, though it's made through a tonge heavy with whiskey. Ducking into the ring, theres something richly alive about it, and no tugging on moral heartstrings is going to stop Ronin from the kind of physical activity that won't be matched by sex.
Still, he's starting to get the hang of this Stormbreak game, at least if the hungry eyes of the crowd are anything to go by. "Tell you what," he says to Neckless. "If you win, I owe you a favour. If I win, I give all my favours to you. How's that sound?" The bell rings at that point, though, and he doesn't really get a chance to listen out for the response, because he's already throwing himself in for the fight.
Still, he's starting to get the hang of this Stormbreak game, at least if the hungry eyes of the crowd are anything to go by. "Tell you what," he says to Neckless. "If you win, I owe you a favour. If I win, I give all my favours to you. How's that sound?" The bell rings at that point, though, and he doesn't really get a chance to listen out for the response, because he's already throwing himself in for the fight.
one more wish for you
