So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
"Oh shit, woah." Koa's eyes widen as the chakram is brought out, firelight dancing dangerously over razor-sharp metal. He takes it from Sunjata with the cautious confidence of one well accustomed to handling weapons, turning the disc over in his hands. Experimentation on a blade of grass is sufficient to demonstrate its lethal sharpness, the leaf slicing easily in two. "It's beautiful," Koa says respectfully, looking from the weapon to Sunjata with a hopeful, puppy-like can I really? expression.
Quickly Koa wraps his hands, not wanting to slice open his palm. With the boxing wraps in place he feels more secure, grasping the chakram by its blade and marveling at its expert weight. He walks around to the other side of the fire, flashing Sunjata a shit-eating grin before turning to the dense woods beyond. Setting his stance, the young man raises his arm in an arc before letting go of the chakram, watching it sail through the air towards a tree he chose as target---
--- and sail right on past it, having gone absolutely wide.
"Aw, fuck." Koa squints into the darkness, feeling rather foolish indeed. Turning back to Sunjata with a bashful smile, the young man spreads his arms and shrugs his shoulders. "Guess I need a lot more practice than I thought. Any chance you got a--- woah!"
The exclamation is in response to the reappearance of the chakram. The thing zips right past Koa's nose, mercifully leaving his schnozz intact as it returns, unbidden, to his hand. The Dragoon stares agape for a moment, entirely bemused as to what has just happened, before an enthusiastic smile blooms across his cheeks. "That is so cool," the boy exclaims, looking back at the demigod. "How'd it do that? Did you know it could do that?!" He's all but bouncing on his heels, utterly delighted by this deadly new toy.
Quickly Koa wraps his hands, not wanting to slice open his palm. With the boxing wraps in place he feels more secure, grasping the chakram by its blade and marveling at its expert weight. He walks around to the other side of the fire, flashing Sunjata a shit-eating grin before turning to the dense woods beyond. Setting his stance, the young man raises his arm in an arc before letting go of the chakram, watching it sail through the air towards a tree he chose as target---
--- and sail right on past it, having gone absolutely wide.
"Aw, fuck." Koa squints into the darkness, feeling rather foolish indeed. Turning back to Sunjata with a bashful smile, the young man spreads his arms and shrugs his shoulders. "Guess I need a lot more practice than I thought. Any chance you got a--- woah!"
The exclamation is in response to the reappearance of the chakram. The thing zips right past Koa's nose, mercifully leaving his schnozz intact as it returns, unbidden, to his hand. The Dragoon stares agape for a moment, entirely bemused as to what has just happened, before an enthusiastic smile blooms across his cheeks. "That is so cool," the boy exclaims, looking back at the demigod. "How'd it do that? Did you know it could do that?!" He's all but bouncing on his heels, utterly delighted by this deadly new toy.
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
