look on my works, ye mighty, and depair
They exchange blows, a few nicks here, a few bruises there, and the rain increases in intensity. It hammers around them, muting the sound of the fight, muffling the sound of onlookers (if, indeed, they are making any noise). And Sunjata is driven back, and back, and back again, until the edge of the cliff yawns behind him, until they are both left out of breath and giving the other a chance to evaluate the situation.
And for Shaju it's clear. He spreads his hands, as if to demonstrate to Sunjata that he no longer has anywhere to go. A fight in front and a long drop into wild and churning waters behind. "Your move," he says, taking another couple of steps forward. He nearly swaggers with it, with the knowledge that it's almost over.
And for Shaju it's clear. He spreads his hands, as if to demonstrate to Sunjata that he no longer has anywhere to go. A fight in front and a long drop into wild and churning waters behind. "Your move," he says, taking another couple of steps forward. He nearly swaggers with it, with the knowledge that it's almost over.
SHAJU
