What an asshole, making it look like nothing. It's not as if Ronan's a weakling. He's just been at this for hours, with blades practically fused to every surface. If it wasn't a difficult task at the beginning, it is now that Ronan's shoulders are locked up. Kylo just got here.

"Oh," Ronan says, his expression turning sour. "I can totally dream everything back to normal. But the guy who was supposed to help me do that decided to fuck off into the mountains."

So, after answering to a pair of distraught roommates and a small council of mages with extremely disappointed frowns, Ronan's been stuck on sword duty.