[Training] hold your breath and feel the tension

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

Before he knows it – or likely realizes it with the throbbing to his head – Ronin is already dipping beneath the ropes to slip out of the ring. Sunjata slinks himself to the floor, sluggishly following the hunter as he grabs all the necessary pieces – watching the white dragon swoop in. If not for the size of the dragon, he might have panicked. Thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead, simply taking the drink from Ronin in said good hand, offering the broken one over to Ronin.

“Thanks.” A quiet rumble, though by now he’s caught his breath. The mention of the last few days being rough has Sunjata nodding quietly, lifting the glass to his lips as he mulls over the feeling – relishing in the burn to his throat as opposed to the pain everywhere else. “Do you feel better?” He asks after a rough sigh from the alcohol. “On that note since it might distract me enough, do you wanna talk about it?” He lifts his steel gaze to look toward Ronin’s face, a dark brow lifted and the barest hint of a smile on his face that almost stretches the split lip.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end