daydream about me, and i know that you hate the nights without me
“Who’ll I have to talk to about the bullshittery?” He replies, the pat turning into a slap that has Sunjata snorting and struggling under the weight and pressure of Ronin. Thankfully, though, his wiggling and shoving works, Ronin sprawled back in the sand, Sunjata trying to sit up among the pain that shoots through the side of his head and his chest and arms.
But he stands, after catching his breath, only for Ronin to question with simply a look if he’s ready and completely ignores the part about waiting. He hasn’t even brought his fists up before Ronin’s darting toward him, Sunjata floundering when Ronin’s leg sweeps his leg out, back pressed against the ropes of the boxing ring with enough force that it knocks the air out of him. “You fucker.” He wheezes, half laughs, sinking to his knees.
Of course it doesn’t end there, Sunjata lunging out for Ronin’s legs, to try and knock the man down again and entangle his own legs in with Ronin’s to try and fling the Star to the ground.
But he stands, after catching his breath, only for Ronin to question with simply a look if he’s ready and completely ignores the part about waiting. He hasn’t even brought his fists up before Ronin’s darting toward him, Sunjata floundering when Ronin’s leg sweeps his leg out, back pressed against the ropes of the boxing ring with enough force that it knocks the air out of him. “You fucker.” He wheezes, half laughs, sinking to his knees.
Of course it doesn’t end there, Sunjata lunging out for Ronin’s legs, to try and knock the man down again and entangle his own legs in with Ronin’s to try and fling the Star to the ground.
SUNJATA
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.
