King barely hears Saffron; he's already lifting up the daiklave and drawing it from its sheath, the manacles that bound him sitting in the sand where he was standing before.  He turns slowly to face the jade monstrosity, and he has - of all things - a smile on his face.<br/><br/>"Yes..."  His eyes are as hard as before, but shining now, like bright steel.  "We're coming into our own."<br/><br/>(OOC: 2 successes on Join Battle.)