It was currently barrelling madly towards Jaawu, who was leaning against the furthest wall from the action. The occasional scrape against the wall was enough of an indicator for its target, if he cared to listen. Poor Jaawu would have to start moving soon or suffer a terrible headache.
Makuta grunted as his hands pressed against the shield. Due to the speed of the switch he was unable to readjust his position for better retaliation, and his frustration from that fact was evident. But he cut himself off as his eyes caught hold of Henan retrieving his tools.
As Henan ran and dove towards Makuta, he fell backwards, offering no resistance to Cheshie’s efforts and hopefully putting her directly in the path of the oncoming Okotan’s dive. Being on the other side, Katau had at least some warning that this was happening, in case he wanted to clear the lane.