you were forged in fire // and you rose from the ashes
murder and mercy rolled into one
Ah, just as he’d thought. Either the man was lying and he had a decent reason to be committing this sort of crime, or he was as Sunjata suspected – bored, got the guys together, got a bit too drunk and began to decide what places they could rob and get away with it. After all, that was pretty status quo for Torchline in the past – but ever since the Apopo eruption, the new government, and him actually having to give a damn about what happened… Well, he’s here.
The bat is a success, and he ensures that the woman leaves without an issue, giving him all the time to focus on apprehending the man with the bat in his face. He’s not very good at trying to keep the creature from flying and squeaking in his face, but Sunjata approaches deftly anyway. He gets slightly out of reach, aiming to try and latch onto the thief’s flailing hand with the dagger, only to grab it and shove back the man. It doesn’t go quite so well, as the bat departs, and there isn’t a whole lot of space between the man’s back and the wall to get the wind out of him as much as Sunjata would like to.
It leaves him open, as well, for the man to reach into his belt and grab a second dagger – thrusting out with it and managing to dig the sharp blade into Sunjata’s abdomen. There’s a growl that leaves Sunjata as he has a decision to make, already feeling the blood begin to soak his shirt where the blade was. He could try to surge forward and try to get the man to drop the one blade, but it would drive the one that’s currently in his abdomen deeper.
Or, he could pull back and give the man a brief opening, to try and get the blade out of himself first. He hisses plenty of Korofian curses under his breath as he decides. And he probably decides the worst one. The hand around the wrist with the blade that had been placed to the merchant’s neck begins to twist to try and pull the mans arm across his chest in an uncomfortable, pained position. The other reaches for the blade that’s still in him, already pissed with how this has turned out, and so he uses the dagger he holds within his own hands to slice the back of the man’s hand, enough so that the man pulls away and Sunjata can pull the dagger out, tossing it into the other corner of the room. He clenches his jaw and growls against the pain of it, using the same dagger to try and keep the man pinned. There’s a look in his gaze that focuses on the thief, a deepening grimace along his face that seems to scream ‘you’ve fucked up’.
The bat is a success, and he ensures that the woman leaves without an issue, giving him all the time to focus on apprehending the man with the bat in his face. He’s not very good at trying to keep the creature from flying and squeaking in his face, but Sunjata approaches deftly anyway. He gets slightly out of reach, aiming to try and latch onto the thief’s flailing hand with the dagger, only to grab it and shove back the man. It doesn’t go quite so well, as the bat departs, and there isn’t a whole lot of space between the man’s back and the wall to get the wind out of him as much as Sunjata would like to.
It leaves him open, as well, for the man to reach into his belt and grab a second dagger – thrusting out with it and managing to dig the sharp blade into Sunjata’s abdomen. There’s a growl that leaves Sunjata as he has a decision to make, already feeling the blood begin to soak his shirt where the blade was. He could try to surge forward and try to get the man to drop the one blade, but it would drive the one that’s currently in his abdomen deeper.
Or, he could pull back and give the man a brief opening, to try and get the blade out of himself first. He hisses plenty of Korofian curses under his breath as he decides. And he probably decides the worst one. The hand around the wrist with the blade that had been placed to the merchant’s neck begins to twist to try and pull the mans arm across his chest in an uncomfortable, pained position. The other reaches for the blade that’s still in him, already pissed with how this has turned out, and so he uses the dagger he holds within his own hands to slice the back of the man’s hand, enough so that the man pulls away and Sunjata can pull the dagger out, tossing it into the other corner of the room. He clenches his jaw and growls against the pain of it, using the same dagger to try and keep the man pinned. There’s a look in his gaze that focuses on the thief, a deepening grimace along his face that seems to scream ‘you’ve fucked up’.
which way is up?
SUNJATA
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.
