But Cassian didn't strike. He looked up at the Proconsul’s box, then at the heavy iron grates where the water drained. He knew the plumbing of this place better than the guards.
The giant went down with a massive splash. Before the Shark could recover, Cassian was on him, the point of his falx at the seam of Barca’s bronze collar. Swords and Sandals Pirates
Barca gripped Cassian’s forearm, his grin revealing teeth filed into points. "I always preferred the scent of jasmine over the smell of blood and sawdust." But Cassian didn't strike
"For the amusement of the Proconsul!" the herald shouted. "A reenactment of the Siege of Rhodes!" Cassian was on him