SuNjATA
the flood
He expects his words to hit just as low, to slice through Korbin just as much as Korbin’s had an attempt on his own. But they were all words that he was used to hearing, not just here. But back home as well – a ‘you’re not welcome here, prince,’ that had stuck with him the entirety of the time he’d spend in the rebellion regardless of the work he’d done. And when his father had destroyed it, all his credibility with it had vanished.
So when Korbin goes to throw the punch, he is relatively surprised, watching as it veers toward his jaw – but they’re too close for Sunjata to do anything but take it – the glancing blow to his jaw that he has his teeth clenching against the singing, vibrating feeling Korbin’s punch has given. And with it, a sharp exhale as he surveys Korbin, wondering if it’d helped at all.
Wouldn’t be the first time someone had gone to his face, after all.
“Nice shot.” Is all he offers back.
And if Korbin hadn’t held back, well, Sunjata was the Arbiter of Torchline. Was the owner of the boxing ring here. Was trained as a soldier from quite a young age. He could throw them back. So he has no qualms, reaching up to rub at his jaw briefly before his gaze narrows on Korbin and his left hand takes a familiar fist, feet taking a familiar stance in the sand, and throwing his left hook back at Korbin’s own jaw.
So when Korbin goes to throw the punch, he is relatively surprised, watching as it veers toward his jaw – but they’re too close for Sunjata to do anything but take it – the glancing blow to his jaw that he has his teeth clenching against the singing, vibrating feeling Korbin’s punch has given. And with it, a sharp exhale as he surveys Korbin, wondering if it’d helped at all.
Wouldn’t be the first time someone had gone to his face, after all.
“Nice shot.” Is all he offers back.
And if Korbin hadn’t held back, well, Sunjata was the Arbiter of Torchline. Was the owner of the boxing ring here. Was trained as a soldier from quite a young age. He could throw them back. So he has no qualms, reaching up to rub at his jaw briefly before his gaze narrows on Korbin and his left hand takes a familiar fist, feet taking a familiar stance in the sand, and throwing his left hook back at Korbin’s own jaw.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
