SUNJATA
i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring
and meeting all my vices in the ring
It’s an attempt to get him loosened up, lumber again, and also to spend one of the last days she’s here with her. So they make it to the Slagveld, he pulls the daggers out, arms loosening with slight hisses or discomfort as the skin with the burns pull. But she pulls her daggers out with the snark he knows her for, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Perfect.” He hums, eyes drifting to very familiar daggers that only make the grin grow a bit brighter. “And a good choice.” He offers with a huff of laughter.
And when they’re loosened up, then does he focus on her question. What first? Well, footwork. “First off, we have to make sure your feet are planted right.” He muses, shifting to take up the stance, one foot a bit more further forward than the other, making it easier to pivot and move out of the way of a strike. “Think of a triangle. Place your feet so it aligns with where your attacking hand is and make one with that. So that way, when someone strikes like… This —” He makes a show of slowing an attack down, aimed at her, before his other hand moves to adjust her shoulder in the way she’d be able to dodge out of reach of it without losing her balance or creating too much of an opening. “You can avoid it.”
“Take your stance and try to strike.” He murmurs to her with a small grin, settling himself back into position.
And when they’re loosened up, then does he focus on her question. What first? Well, footwork. “First off, we have to make sure your feet are planted right.” He muses, shifting to take up the stance, one foot a bit more further forward than the other, making it easier to pivot and move out of the way of a strike. “Think of a triangle. Place your feet so it aligns with where your attacking hand is and make one with that. So that way, when someone strikes like… This —” He makes a show of slowing an attack down, aimed at her, before his other hand moves to adjust her shoulder in the way she’d be able to dodge out of reach of it without losing her balance or creating too much of an opening. “You can avoid it.”
“Take your stance and try to strike.” He murmurs to her with a small grin, settling himself back into position.
so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
there ain't a casket strong enough for me
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.
