Babalú-Ayé looked at the ceiling, feeling cold with a feeling is emptiness. Disappointed in himself for chasing feelings that stayed for only a moment. He always craved more. He felt the woman next to him, her touch and breathing. Yet no sign of worthwhile affection. Once those feelings of emptiness boil, he acts on instinct…or maybe routine.
Eshu stares down Babalú-Ayé, the injured man having a strange unexplainable expression. Eshu pulled back his arrow slowly, he stared at the man who seemed now like a foreign animal. His hands were shaky, he’s rather decent with a bow. Then, he let go. The arrow was shot and Babalú-Ayé put his hand in front of the arrow, but he’s suddenly getting shot with a barrage of arrows before he can recover.
He lunges at Eshu, but is dodged. Suddenly the feral man tries to kick our protagonist, luckily it’s dodged. He tries to pull back and shoot again but aiming for his feet. Babalú-Ayé jumped up and kicked him in the ribs, shortly after he sees his opponent pulling back the bow again. He rushes to attack, now only left to fight with his legs. Going for a drop kick while our protagonist pulls back with 3 arrows, planning on completing crippling him.
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Sadly, his arrows are dodged and he gets hit with a spinning bicycle kick. In response, the lean figure smacks his attacker, breaking his bow. Quickly recovering, Babalú-Ayé gives Eshu a axe kick, giving him pain so horrible he couldn’t stand any longer.
Babalú-Ayé said, “Are you done?”
Eshu sighs, “Why couldn’t you have just knocked me out?”
Babalú-Ayé shrugs, “I’m better with my hands, which aren’t availab-wait. How can I catch the orb if my hands aren’t able to work?!” He kicks a rock, it’s slightly funny.
Eshu say’s while using his bow as a walking stick, “How about, I help you catch the orb, then you help me with any favor?”
The young man takes a moment to think, “What if we get into a confrontation? We both can’t fight.”
Eshu responds, “Close counters, maybe. But, trust me friend, I can sit and still have a good shoot. You can’t really deny this offer, no one else will want to help you. Think.”