fights to the last sliver

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

The inhabitant of the domicile was indeed inside. As the knock sounded at the door, Amun glanced up from the corner where he had been crouched. Speeding towards the door, he skidded to a halt. Opening it, he grinned at Deimos. "Big guy!" the potter cheered.

He reached out for the other man's hands. The Ascended's clothes were streaked with paint, and the walls were positively splattered with it. Clay marked the walls as well, and the cot in the corner was a mess of knots and color. There were multiple holes in the floor that Zhanshi had chewed. The little landshark swam in circles in behind Amun, surfacing every now and then to eye the Sword.

"Have you come for my wares?" Amun gestured at the shelves of shattered pots, plates, bowls, and assorted other items. "Or for my visor? Vise? Vice?" Frowning, he shook his head.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid