[In contrast, Kratos is simply paying attention to the unfamiliar terrain and the ache in his leg. It's a novelty; Yuan has been protective enough that Kratos has no concerns about focussing on keeping his feet and learning the area. It's something he's hardly had the chance to do lately, with having to keep watch on the crowd.

[When Yuan speaks, Kratos follows his gaze, searching the path ahead. He nods once and continues past Yuan, glancing around at the stalls both to see what's available this high and as a cover. The sweet stall is obvious as soon as it comes in sight. It's a popular stall, which means there are witnesses; but Kratos has to wonder how many of them will care, if anything untoward occurs.

[The man behind the stall is smiling, teasing as he hands out his bags of sweets to children and adults alike. Kratos approaches unspeaking, making no attempt to draw attention to himself, but he knows it when he's been seen. Everyone knows it when he's been seen.

[It's a simple glance -- that brief look stall-owners throw when they sense someone approaching. Then the man's head snaps back up and his face twists. Anything in his hands gets dropped as he rounds the end of his stall, already screaming in a language Kratos only half understands. Kratos shifts to back up on instinct before being forcibly reminded that he can't, with his leg like it is; and it's very nearly a boon that his heel catches and he falls back, because it means that An-Hei's first blow misses.

[On the other hand, it leaves Kratos jarred on the ground, trapped on one side by his basket and on the other by the drop of the cliff, and An-Hei quite willing to use his feet.]