The enemy had unsettled his men with their singularity, their determination to do battle on their own terms, to solve the problem themselves, to close that distance themselves. And it had worked. It was working. But the second Jok adapted, and changed his own stance, he was met with a critical counter that approached premonition.
It felt like he was a cliff, fighting against the sea. Every scrap of material he gave away only weakened him more and more.
"Who the hell am I fighting now?" He found himself asking. The villagers hadn't moved yet. Not a single word had been spoken, but there was a united determination in their eyes. By a principle of understanding that went beyond what words could convey, they all realized their path to victory even more strongly than before.
