[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

Hitting Sunjata is like hitting solid steel, and Remi is both frustrated and pleased by this fact. That is of course until the flood's fist connects with his entirely exposed side. The alchemist can't quite help the feathers and fur that snarl through his curls and down his shoulders as pain ricochets in bright ebbs outwards from the point of contact. That would certainly leave a bruise. Had Remi any thoughts of getting through this without Ronin knowing, they were surely scattered now. Biting down on the oooof of pain balling up in his mouth, Remi looks up at his opponent from a slightly cowed position and grins. Centre of gravity much lower now, the alchemist lurches forward as best he can while still trying to protect his aching ribs. Aiming for his right shoulder to collide with Sunjata's left hip, side, or thigh, Remi will try and tackle him to the ground. Perhaps the unexpected will catch the flood off guard. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space