Jude
I'll still be here when the world slows down
And the sunbeams fade away
He had meant to inquire as to how Ronin had once specialized in this form of combat, but Jude is equally intrigued by the bit of information he stumbles into unawares. Sunjata is a vague, conflicting shape in his memories; Phoebe's bitterness, his father's praise, Maeve's respect. "Do you think you'll ever fully make up? It...happened to me too, recently," he admits softly, grunting slightly as Ronin presses after him on the offensive. And the sunbeams fade away
Ronin slips his foot from under him, making him stumble in the sand and forcing him to spin away in a half-squat. He emerges from it from below, aiming for an uppercut to Ronin's Prince Charming chin instead of continuing to try for more space. "You should be a trainer," he pants, soaking up the advice like a sponge.
Keeping time by a pendulum
as the fabric starts to fray
as the fabric starts to fray