just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
It’s not exactly the most amazing feint he's ever made, but it works, driving the air out of Sunjata and giving Nate the chance to reposition a little bit, feet slipping through the sand making up the ring. ”I thought you were gonna make it five rounds?” He teases, not following after Sunjata for the moment, letting the distance between them grow.
He doesn’t keep still while he waits for the attuned’s next move, and perhaps that’s his mistake. So focused on his own movements that Nate doesn’t notice the strike until it’s already driving into his chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps. If he had breath it would have left him completely, but as he is he’s simply dazed, his next assault sloppy, purely reactionary, one fist then the other swinging out without any real goal in mind except to build some space between them.
He doesn’t keep still while he waits for the attuned’s next move, and perhaps that’s his mistake. So focused on his own movements that Nate doesn’t notice the strike until it’s already driving into his chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps. If he had breath it would have left him completely, but as he is he’s simply dazed, his next assault sloppy, purely reactionary, one fist then the other swinging out without any real goal in mind except to build some space between them.
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
