SuNjATA
the flood
Her question turned around on him does spark a bit more motion from the statuesque attuned, a small huff of a laugh that leaves him out of pure surprise. “When I have to.” He hasn’t needed to in a while, but it was certainly something they’d learned early on when he became an enforcer – even earlier with his training for the Trials, though far less practiced with it with the uncertainty he’d survive his trial. After that, however, they went full fledged into it.
She finds one, though, and he draws up his posture to watch her when she asks if she can use him instead and he nods – sure that this woman wouldn’t choose to actually break his legs. But practice was practice, and he could take a few bruises at the very least. He’d broken a leg before – granted he was a child, but the piece of metal was still lodged in his leg from the repair – so he’d certainly try to dodge any that came the way of that particular leg.
Which only makes for better training, right?
He offers her a nod, loosening himself up just a bit to be ready to move the second she starts to make her intentions known. With the way she draws the branch back he can tell just where she’s about to go and he lets her get the first shot – not dodging out of the way of it for the first time, feeling the way the branch pops off his calf. “Not bad.” He murmurs, before he turns slightly so she might be able to see his joint a bit better through his pants. “Try to aim for the knees.” He suggests, gesturing toward the backside of his knees because at the very least it would bring him down to them and make it harder to follow up.
“Try again but this time I’ll actually dodge.” He flashes her a small amused smile, straightening himself up again. He watches her with bright steel, waiting to see just where she starts.
She finds one, though, and he draws up his posture to watch her when she asks if she can use him instead and he nods – sure that this woman wouldn’t choose to actually break his legs. But practice was practice, and he could take a few bruises at the very least. He’d broken a leg before – granted he was a child, but the piece of metal was still lodged in his leg from the repair – so he’d certainly try to dodge any that came the way of that particular leg.
Which only makes for better training, right?
He offers her a nod, loosening himself up just a bit to be ready to move the second she starts to make her intentions known. With the way she draws the branch back he can tell just where she’s about to go and he lets her get the first shot – not dodging out of the way of it for the first time, feeling the way the branch pops off his calf. “Not bad.” He murmurs, before he turns slightly so she might be able to see his joint a bit better through his pants. “Try to aim for the knees.” He suggests, gesturing toward the backside of his knees because at the very least it would bring him down to them and make it harder to follow up.
“Try again but this time I’ll actually dodge.” He flashes her a small amused smile, straightening himself up again. He watches her with bright steel, waiting to see just where she starts.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
