Well, things really don’t go according to plan. Not as he attempts to try and get the bat out of his face. The thief can still hear the shouts from the other man in the other room, but right now all he can do is focus on the shit that’s happening in front of him. Sunjata moves swift, and the thief is taken a bit off guard by this, a huff of air leaving him as his back is pressed against the wall, as the hand is grabbed, but a bark of laughter that leaves him as the hand edges out to grab his other dagger and stabs the arbiter in the stomach with it.
Of course, this only makes things worse, having not quite hit him somewhere important or vital, and there’s a groan of pain that leaves him as his arm twists and the other is sliced, he pulls away from the hilt of the dagger still sticking out of Sunjata before the Arbiter pulls the blade out and tosses it to the side. He remains pinned, unable to do anything now that he’s mostly disarmed, the arm at his chest digging his own dagger into his shoulder a small amount. There isn’t much else he can do at this very moment, and he growls against the frustration of that and the pain to both arms.
Of course, this only makes things worse, having not quite hit him somewhere important or vital, and there’s a groan of pain that leaves him as his arm twists and the other is sliced, he pulls away from the hilt of the dagger still sticking out of Sunjata before the Arbiter pulls the blade out and tosses it to the side. He remains pinned, unable to do anything now that he’s mostly disarmed, the arm at his chest digging his own dagger into his shoulder a small amount. There isn’t much else he can do at this very moment, and he growls against the frustration of that and the pain to both arms.
