[101] Ta’Lern: Deny

They circled him.

Holding himself in a half-crouch, half-relaxed pose, he raised his weapons, a pair of side-handled batons up defensively. They circled him, like jackals around a carcass. Nothing in his posture suggested fear. These simpletons refused to acknowledge that, and thus circled him, jeering and taunting. He would await their attack. He could withstand the hot desert sun better than they. Observing, he sought the opening and found it. She had left it there, a ‘gift‘.

In an instant, he understood the moves she sought to make, and formed his own countermoves. She would not have him today.