"Triumphs built upon the backs of slaves, as are these 'games.'" Nasir dodged the thrust and swung his spear to sweep the sword aside and continued his assault.

"I see nothing here but greed and those who place us beneath heel." Nasir found it difficult to admire the splendid cage they had built for him, full of everything they deemed desirous, when all he saw were bars.

Nasir stopped teasing and started go in for the, in this case metaphorical, kill. He struck the sword harder, trying to twist it around in Enjolras's grasp from the force of the blow, then moved to bring it down hard on Enjolras's shoulder.