[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

"Mmm. Look at me go." The alchemist grunts through the still-ebbing pain. Luckily the close quarters of the two means that Sunjata's punch doesn't have time to gain much momentum, which is lucky for Remi. Ooofing beneath his breath, the alchemist swings a fist wildly. Given Sunjata's height and dropped stance, if it connects at all it would likely be near his stomach. Truthfully though he's just flailing at this point. Remi has no idea what to do in close quarters like this as it is. R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space