Justin's hearing is bad, and he's learned to compensate very well. But here in the Arena, his sixth sense is blinded, and he has to rely solely on instinct, on a constant visual check of his surroundings, trying to catch sight of any movement.
Constantly being on edge is exhausting, even for a Death Scythe, and combined with the fog brings and the pain radiating from an infected bite on his right shoulder, the boy is less aware than he could be. He's got a backpack full of supplies, and a heavy length of chain held in his left hand. The chain was a stroke of good luck, because he knows how to fight with it.
It's another stroke of good luck that he actually catches sight of the Initiate, a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye that gets the priest turning around.
"Ah, hello again." Justin knows what's about to happen, of course. He can see that it's two against one. But he keeps his voice friendly, keeps a calm expression, and waits for his opponents to make the first move.
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Constantly being on edge is exhausting, even for a Death Scythe, and combined with the fog brings and the pain radiating from an infected bite on his right shoulder, the boy is less aware than he could be. He's got a backpack full of supplies, and a heavy length of chain held in his left hand. The chain was a stroke of good luck, because he knows how to fight with it.
It's another stroke of good luck that he actually catches sight of the Initiate, a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye that gets the priest turning around.
"Ah, hello again." Justin knows what's about to happen, of course. He can see that it's two against one. But he keeps his voice friendly, keeps a calm expression, and waits for his opponents to make the first move.