SUNJATA
the flood
“As I’ll ever be!” Sunjata chimes back to Deimos with a crooked and lopsided smile, the water rippling around his hands in small clear ribbons that seem to be waiting in anticipation for whatever the Warden would throw at him. With enough space between them, he sets his stance and watches as fire erupts to the surface and shortly after come sailing through the air toward him.
Three large projectiles of fire come raining down toward him and he creates more water, a boundary in front of him that the fire hits and sizzles with. With a quick movement, he swings his arms to the right, sending each of the remaining fire to sizzle out in a dousing of water into the sand, swirling it around him to take the next hit.
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Three large projectiles of fire come raining down toward him and he creates more water, a boundary in front of him that the fire hits and sizzles with. With a quick movement, he swings his arms to the right, sending each of the remaining fire to sizzle out in a dousing of water into the sand, swirling it around him to take the next hit.
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did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
