i'm just waiting 'til you really let your guard down
"Not nearly enough," he laments, watching the riverbanks for a few moments more, the shimmering streams of water. A soft snort leaves him, Shaju's eyes flashing up to the boy's face. "More fool them. You are no Flood. You are barely a man. Were it not for the blood in your veins, I would have given this work to someone else."
What work? A good question, one that will soon be given an answer as Shaju's hand lances out like a viper's bite, forcefully jamming itself into the soft flesh between Sunjata's shoulderblade and giving him an unceremonious shove at the water.
These streams are barely ribbons of water through the Oerwoud in most places. Certainly not enough to drown in - not unless there's a boot on your neck. And wouldn't you know it - there is, right on the would-be Flood's.
"You are nothing, boy. Not a rebel. Not a hero. Not a fighter. You are a waste of time and effort, and you will remember it."
What work? A good question, one that will soon be given an answer as Shaju's hand lances out like a viper's bite, forcefully jamming itself into the soft flesh between Sunjata's shoulderblade and giving him an unceremonious shove at the water.
These streams are barely ribbons of water through the Oerwoud in most places. Certainly not enough to drown in - not unless there's a boot on your neck. And wouldn't you know it - there is, right on the would-be Flood's.
"You are nothing, boy. Not a rebel. Not a hero. Not a fighter. You are a waste of time and effort, and you will remember it."
SHAJU
