With the warriors clashing in front of us in that ever brutish dance of death that held such a beautifully morbid fascination in everyone's minds, I was expecting this to be more of a swift, violent quickstep type dance where Jahi and the others simply overwhelmed these drugged up rogues with both strength and technique, but I was sorely mistaken.
This wasn't a quickstep; it was a formal waltz through and through, with changing partners and sincerity and seriousness that was usually hard to replicate for us at this point, which made me clench my jaw as I felt worry beginning to creep into my mind at that realization.
