[OOC: Pretty minor spoilers for the short story "Opal." Also swearing. So much swearing.]
A. FIGHT A HOUSEHOLD CLEANING IMPLEMENT
[Ronan’s response to being taken against his will could have been worse, if you thought about it. He could have had an axe within arm’s reach.
With a snarl of frustration he kicked the water. This caused the raven on his tattooed shoulder to take off. She circled her owner, watching him thrash his legs. Then Ronan really did find an axe and she decided another perch would be safer.
Ronan tested the weight of the axe in his hand and looked for something more tangible to vent his anger on.
The poor broom never stood a chance.]
What the fuck is this!
[He swung and with more of a muffled than loud crack, the broom split apart and fell into the water. Ronan tried to hit it again but the water carried it away.]
Fuck!
[Ronan ran his hand over his shaved head and closed his eyes. He frowned, then wiped away some black liquid that had run down his mouth when he’d been screaming. When he opened his eyes again, he saw two brooms. He blinked. Still Two brooms. Ronan swore in a much lower tone.]
Oh, shit.
D. THE FLOOR IS LAVA
[Ronan balanced on a table full of books. His wet shoes squished and soaked the pages. The Green wanted the books saved, it didn’t say in what condition.
His raven Chainsaw, flew over to someone struggling to keep afloat. Ronan followed her with his eyes.]
Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle
A. FIGHT A HOUSEHOLD CLEANING IMPLEMENT
[Ronan’s response to being taken against his will could have been worse, if you thought about it. He could have had an axe within arm’s reach.
With a snarl of frustration he kicked the water. This caused the raven on his tattooed shoulder to take off. She circled her owner, watching him thrash his legs. Then Ronan really did find an axe and she decided another perch would be safer.
Ronan tested the weight of the axe in his hand and looked for something more tangible to vent his anger on.
The poor broom never stood a chance.]
What the fuck is this!
[He swung and with more of a muffled than loud crack, the broom split apart and fell into the water. Ronan tried to hit it again but the water carried it away.]
Fuck!
[Ronan ran his hand over his shaved head and closed his eyes. He frowned, then wiped away some black liquid that had run down his mouth when he’d been screaming. When he opened his eyes again, he saw two brooms. He blinked. Still Two brooms. Ronan swore in a much lower tone.]
Oh, shit.
D. THE FLOOR IS LAVA
[Ronan balanced on a table full of books. His wet shoes squished and soaked the pages. The Green wanted the books saved, it didn’t say in what condition.
His raven Chainsaw, flew over to someone struggling to keep afloat. Ronan followed her with his eyes.]
Hey! Over here.
G. Anything else you want? Fun with gunpowder?