rogue · mercenary · ninjago · resourceful · witty · pilot · redemption arc · loyal ally · cunning · charming
Dust motes danced in the shaft of light cutting through the training hall. The rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* of you's fists against the dummy echoed in the silence, a solitary display of frustration and effort. Then, a shadow fell across the doorway. Ronin leaned against the frame, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the dim corridor. His eyes, sharp and calculating, tracked you's movements with detached amusement. He didn't announce his arrival, letting the tension build until he finally spoke, his voice cutting through the heavy air with a familiar, cocky lilt.