fightin' with my shadow, that is somethin' i am good at / givin' me the power that is provin' to have backlash
“Good.” Sunjata muses with a quieter smile across his face, watching as Quanil stretches and Sunjata does the same, stretching his arms out and the muscles of his back and spine. But he requests how they might make a fist, a calculating eye crossing over the fist extended from them in a small amount of force that surprises him. He wonders how much energy Quanil has to begin with to be able to keep this up all day.
Still, calculating the fist, he steps forward to take their hand into his large calloused ones, pressing against the space between two of Quanil’s knuckles should they let him. “Now we’re going to test how tight the fist is.” He explains. “If it hurts, it’s too tight. If it’s not tight enough, it’ll slip through.” His gaze flickers up toward Quanil’s face to see whether or not they understand what he’s trying to get at. If it’s too tight for too long you risk wearing yourself out. If it’s too loose, the risk of breaking something is far greater.
Still, calculating the fist, he steps forward to take their hand into his large calloused ones, pressing against the space between two of Quanil’s knuckles should they let him. “Now we’re going to test how tight the fist is.” He explains. “If it hurts, it’s too tight. If it’s not tight enough, it’ll slip through.” His gaze flickers up toward Quanil’s face to see whether or not they understand what he’s trying to get at. If it’s too tight for too long you risk wearing yourself out. If it’s too loose, the risk of breaking something is far greater.
SUNJATA
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.
