fightin' with my shadow, that is somethin' i am good at / givin' me the power that is provin' to have backlash
Sunjata pauses with a hand on his punching bag, head and gaze tilting toward Quanil to watch them strike at their own. A small nod is granted to the comment – that many of prior training techniques applied when it came to here. Luckily, however, it wasn’t the boxing rings of Korofi which often had hidden blades and other sharp defenses.
They moved quicker this time, and Sunjata watches as the bag comes back and hit them. After a few more attempts, Sunjata smiles with a resounding nod. “Good, good. Now that you’re warmed up, you can try against me.” He doesn’t expect it to be too difficult – moving a small ways away to get more space away from the punching bags and bending his knees a small amount into a position to better absorb some impacts. He holds his hands out toward Quanil, flat as if they’re the punching bags. “Now pretend I’m your punching bag.” He offers.
They moved quicker this time, and Sunjata watches as the bag comes back and hit them. After a few more attempts, Sunjata smiles with a resounding nod. “Good, good. Now that you’re warmed up, you can try against me.” He doesn’t expect it to be too difficult – moving a small ways away to get more space away from the punching bags and bending his knees a small amount into a position to better absorb some impacts. He holds his hands out toward Quanil, flat as if they’re the punching bags. “Now pretend I’m your punching bag.” He offers.
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.
