after all that we've been through

you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes

murder and mercy rolled into one

There’s a raspy voice that reaches him that comes from the thief holding the blade, and while Sunjata does his best to try and seem less of a threat than he is, he knows deep down he is a threat. He’s probably the biggest threat in the room even if he doesn’t currently hold the blade to the merchant’s throat. He absolutely could be there in a second, using one of his shifts to get there before anything can happen. But, he aims for a slightly different approach, offering the man a crooked grin despite the bruise that forms along his shoulder that pulses with the sharpness of pain and his heartbeat as the blood rushes to it.

“We do this.” He replies easily, gesturing to himself, gesturing to the daggers in his hands, at the robbery he’s stopping. “Not sure why you’re stealing though. That’s what I’m confused about. Is it for… Trades for food? For housing?” He questions with a tilt of his head, remaining in place, biding his time as he tries to reach out to some bats nearby, trying to pull them in through the open windows within the room and trying to keep the distraction on himself while he does it.

“Or were you and the boys just bored? Looking for something to do and thought you might look good in that ramphire scarf over there?” There’s a light hum of a chuckle at that, before he sends the bat he’d compelled through the window to aim for the man’s face to try and get him to drop the merchant or the dagger. Perhaps both if he’s lucky.

which way is up?

SUNJATA