leaving well enough alone is no choice of yours to make
guilty says the proof, this town has no room for you
The smile on Shaju’s face perhaps hurts more, if he’s being honest. The fact that he’s making him proud of all things, despite the constant drain of blood and his inability to stop it because he keeps moving and stepping and opening up the wounds that continue to try and block themselves. He tears it open again and again, gritting his teeth – wondering if he’d cracked a tooth, unable tot ell by the blood in his mouth that he spits out again, darting forward to land that blow on his father, and withdrawing.
And because it’s how he’s raised, well, his gaze glances up to his father’s almost as if he’s seeking something. And he finds it, that smile, and he grits his teeth more. But an idea sparks, slowly, when his father’s leg swings into his side and Sunjata manages to push back just enough to turn, his back to the cliffs. He dives in a few more times, pulling away at the last second, blows landing and blows from Shaju bouncing him back further and further, slipping in the wet sand that starts to stick to his boots.
But he’s calculating, and he knows that he can’t win hand to hand, even with a blade. But if he can just get Shaju into position, he can try and use some of the other tricks his father’s taught him.
And because it’s how he’s raised, well, his gaze glances up to his father’s almost as if he’s seeking something. And he finds it, that smile, and he grits his teeth more. But an idea sparks, slowly, when his father’s leg swings into his side and Sunjata manages to push back just enough to turn, his back to the cliffs. He dives in a few more times, pulling away at the last second, blows landing and blows from Shaju bouncing him back further and further, slipping in the wet sand that starts to stick to his boots.
But he’s calculating, and he knows that he can’t win hand to hand, even with a blade. But if he can just get Shaju into position, he can try and use some of the other tricks his father’s taught him.
so look out, i fear they follow near
from the gallows you'll swing for all the kids to see
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.
