that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
"An' it looks like you're slow as well as old." Arsen bounces his eyebrows at Sunjata with another bite of his peach, tossing the juicy and mostly eaten fruit over his shoulder where it bounces away into the sand. Blue eyes flick down to the armoured scales that start to bleed across the other man's skin, and ink black feathers ruffle in anticipation, as if he might have found a worthy opponent after all.
He dashes out of reach of the fist that comes for his chest, but the leg is a bit of a surprise. With a grunted curse, Arsen twists in the air on the way to the ground, and more feathers splay across his form, flecking and framing his face, his features sharpening, as if becoming more avian. He lands in a crouch, with arms mostly shifted into great black wings, but not... quite.
"C'mon then," he challenges with a grin, as if Sunjata is the one who is lagging behind.
He dashes out of reach of the fist that comes for his chest, but the leg is a bit of a surprise. With a grunted curse, Arsen twists in the air on the way to the ground, and more feathers splay across his form, flecking and framing his face, his features sharpening, as if becoming more avian. He lands in a crouch, with arms mostly shifted into great black wings, but not... quite.
"C'mon then," he challenges with a grin, as if Sunjata is the one who is lagging behind.
Arsen
