[ Contrary to what some believe of him, he enjoys a good fight. Or perhaps even a bad one. It doesn't come down the physical aspect, not really. For him, it's the mentality, the strategy, the outwitting of the enemy and watching them fall. Rowen is a cerebral creature, taking more pleasure out of solving puzzles than using his hands (for the most part).
So when he's so close to pulling the rug out from his intended targets, he feels a sense of accomplishment. The battle around them all is chaotic, with the scrape and slide of weapons ringing through the air, in his ears, in his nerves. True to form, he's picking off what soldiers he can, arrow flying straight through helmets and weak spots. The dissipation of the trapped spirit is oddly satisfying to watch.
Even if that's the side he's batting for.
This is a charade, a long, drawn out, and elaborate scheme. He's here with the other ronins, playing pretend until he gets the signal not to. Sage is somewhere off to his left, no-dachi slicing through the armored dynasty warriors. His gaze turns to watch the seemingly effortless motion, analyzing and storing the information for later. Concentration is broken, however, when a dark laugh echoes close by. Unperturbed, he glances towards the source– Anubis has arrived, in full armor, chained weapon dangling threateningly from one hand. There's a sneer on his mouth that only grows wider as he turns to look at Rowen directly. With the barest of chin tilts, Anubis has given him his next move.
Said move is him backing up a few steps in rapid succession, arrow cocked and released within seconds towards the bearer of Halo. ]
hysteria; dark warlord AU
So when he's so close to pulling the rug out from his intended targets, he feels a sense of accomplishment. The battle around them all is chaotic, with the scrape and slide of weapons ringing through the air, in his ears, in his nerves. True to form, he's picking off what soldiers he can, arrow flying straight through helmets and weak spots. The dissipation of the trapped spirit is oddly satisfying to watch.
Even if that's the side he's batting for.
This is a charade, a long, drawn out, and elaborate scheme. He's here with the other ronins, playing pretend until he gets the signal not to. Sage is somewhere off to his left, no-dachi slicing through the armored dynasty warriors. His gaze turns to watch the seemingly effortless motion, analyzing and storing the information for later. Concentration is broken, however, when a dark laugh echoes close by. Unperturbed, he glances towards the source– Anubis has arrived, in full armor, chained weapon dangling threateningly from one hand. There's a sneer on his mouth that only grows wider as he turns to look at Rowen directly. With the barest of chin tilts, Anubis has given him his next move.
Said move is him backing up a few steps in rapid succession, arrow cocked and released within seconds towards the bearer of Halo. ]