always searching for deliverance

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Close on Edrei's heels, Amun skidded to a stop just behind her. His hands were white-knuckled on the blades he still held. Catching himself, he glared at Sunjata. "I'm coming. I'll skip the bite for now, though, got my own at the moment." The potter's nostrils flared as he waited for the Flood to get moving already. Amun jerked his chin at the other man. "If anyone else is coming, they better do it fast. I'm not willing to wait." Gritting his teeth, he felt that low growl rising up in the back of his throat. At the same time, his foot started tapping, hitting the ground in a rapid rhythm.