look on my works, ye mighty, and depair
Circle, launch, circle, react. The boy dances a predictable dance, and his movements are near panicked in their clumsiness. Violence borne out of fear is never as effective as violence whose seeds were sown with patience. In he comes again, and again Shaju ducks in to meet him. An arm comes up to catch the forearm slashing down with the knife. This time it's with a blunt fist that he aims a quick jab up into the diaphragm, hoping to wind, to disorient,
And if Sunjata does double over, it will be directly into Shaju's knee cracking across his jaw. Then he's dancing away yet again, keeping the sun at his back, wiping the blood from his blade on his pant leg.
This time he doesn't let the boy pause for breath, though, lunging in and sweeping out a leg to try and topple Sunjata, to take his balance from him.
And if Sunjata does double over, it will be directly into Shaju's knee cracking across his jaw. Then he's dancing away yet again, keeping the sun at his back, wiping the blood from his blade on his pant leg.
This time he doesn't let the boy pause for breath, though, lunging in and sweeping out a leg to try and topple Sunjata, to take his balance from him.
SHAJU
