Sunstone could feel his time running out by the second. He took two heaving breaths, standing back to his feet after the nasty strike he was forced to tank.
"Not permanently. There's things I need to do that I can't quite execute, as you're in my way."
"This is your last chance."
"Move it."
On hiatus.
distance would be good so he could regain some composure.
Hopping back a good distance, grunting in pain as the side shot and his arm burned in pain. He is not without harm, but he’s not going to quit.
He suspects Sunstone isn’t either.
“So what’s your goal? ah-Permanently taking control?”
