look on my works, ye mighty, and depair
The boy looks at Nate, looks at the crowd, looks at everything. Shaju, on the other hand, spends his time examining his blade, rolling the cuffs of his shirt to the elbow, taking in the ground around them and the position of the dawn. And he does, of course, position himself so those first fingers of light will shine directly into his opponent's eyes. So when Sunjata does dart forward, it will be into this flash of gold.
What's more, Shaju wants him in close, is waiting for it. So in this Sunjata will get his wish, but he might not get the results he hopes for. Shaju's blade jabs out as he steps in close, the knife slamming quickly into the Flood's side and out again, before he twists to crack the hilt of the weapon across the back of his opponent's head. And then he's stepped by, circling, waiting for the next attack.
What's more, Shaju wants him in close, is waiting for it. So in this Sunjata will get his wish, but he might not get the results he hopes for. Shaju's blade jabs out as he steps in close, the knife slamming quickly into the Flood's side and out again, before he twists to crack the hilt of the weapon across the back of his opponent's head. And then he's stepped by, circling, waiting for the next attack.
SHAJU
