[He marches towards one of the nearby abandoned apartment buildings, boarded up and crumbling. There's a path that leads around to the back of the building, where there's a clear area that may have once been a communal space, a yard or a playground for the residents. The ground is lightly dusted with snows that twists around their ankles in the breeze.
Raidou walks to the opposite end of the yard, drawing out his heirloom sword from his gloves without a word. His expression is cold and distant as ever, but those eyes are betraying what's burning underneath. He readies his stance, and waits for Godzilla to do the same. Time to see if what Raidou had taught him stuck.]
no subject
[He marches towards one of the nearby abandoned apartment buildings, boarded up and crumbling. There's a path that leads around to the back of the building, where there's a clear area that may have once been a communal space, a yard or a playground for the residents. The ground is lightly dusted with snows that twists around their ankles in the breeze.
Raidou walks to the opposite end of the yard, drawing out his heirloom sword from his gloves without a word. His expression is cold and distant as ever, but those eyes are betraying what's burning underneath. He readies his stance, and waits for Godzilla to do the same. Time to see if what Raidou had taught him stuck.]