SuNjATA
the flood
“Fuck.” Sunjata curses, because not only is it an absolute horrible eldritch nightmare for the Flood to be this close to a member of the Family, but here he is. Getting his ass fucking kicked, and he’s fairly confident he’s got fists made of iron with how it feels like he’s broken at least a couple of ribs. The next attack he braces for as his hand slips away without snagging the blade, and in his retreat? Well, Sunjata grits his teeth as the nightmarish crawler closes the distance.
Another punch is sent his way, but thankfully the damage doesn’t hit how it had before, and so Sunjata - with the sudden panic of Vox’s horrific static creating a barrier, recoils easier from the punch. He hears Remi’s warning and Ronin’s snarl, and he focuses entirely on the brawler - incapable of allowing himself to look anywhere else but the biggest threat. He grits his teeth to reach out with both hands, trying to snag the arrow and the blade if he can, praying silently that he manages to grab something this time. And then, whether he does or doesn’t, retreats again.
Sunjata reaches out to try and grab the arrow and the blade and retreats again!
Another punch is sent his way, but thankfully the damage doesn’t hit how it had before, and so Sunjata - with the sudden panic of Vox’s horrific static creating a barrier, recoils easier from the punch. He hears Remi’s warning and Ronin’s snarl, and he focuses entirely on the brawler - incapable of allowing himself to look anywhere else but the biggest threat. He grits his teeth to reach out with both hands, trying to snag the arrow and the blade if he can, praying silently that he manages to grab something this time. And then, whether he does or doesn’t, retreats again.
Sunjata reaches out to try and grab the arrow and the blade and retreats again!
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
