[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

'Oh, is that what I was doing?' The alchemist chuckled back with a smirk, retreating a step or so to try and find his own footing. His toes spread out against the sandy bottom of the ring, as if that might give him any additional purchase against the flood. It likely would do no such thing, but feeling grounded helped soothe the alchemist's mind against the fact he had absolutely no idea what it was he was doing. Sunjata's hopes are granted. Remi might not know how any of this works, but he is nothing if not adaptable. Leaning backwards to avoid the brunt of the blow—the flood's fist grinding across his ear but striking more curl than skin—Remi tightens the muscles of his stomach to help him balance, reaching out with a blow of his own towards Sunjata's lower back and side-ribs. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space