fightin' with my shadow, that is somethin' i am good at / givin' me the power that is provin' to have backlash
Sunjata shifts his hands and watches as Quanil takes a stance and begins to strike out again in that punch dodge punch maneuver. And each strike lands dead center, the perfect strength to it that has Sunjata’s arm absorbing most of the impact of each one. A tough, strong hand in comparison to what he was expecting, and he can’t help the slight grin from forming on his face. “Very good.” He announces with a slight snort, shifting his hands around again to have them try again. “Again.”
But the question… Or, sort of question that Quanil asks is met with raised brows and his steel gaze lingers on their face, a slight tilt of his head. “What is it?” A hint of uncertainty.
But the question… Or, sort of question that Quanil asks is met with raised brows and his steel gaze lingers on their face, a slight tilt of his head. “What is it?” A hint of uncertainty.
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.
