It's a shadow in the open doorway of the Slagveld, a mere glimpse at the edge of perception. But if Sunjata looks - if he is distracted, he'll see much more than a silhouette.
He'll see his own sneer reflected back at him, one he inherited from the man in the doorway. He'll see his own steel eyes, a ruthless glint speaking a thousand words.
And he'll see just a touch of pride. Maybe.
Hit him harder, the expression suggests.
He'll see his own sneer reflected back at him, one he inherited from the man in the doorway. He'll see his own steel eyes, a ruthless glint speaking a thousand words.
And he'll see just a touch of pride. Maybe.
Hit him harder, the expression suggests.
