the man was dispelled, berated, dragged off for mauling.

khusobek would remember the look of zaahira and his pharaoh-to-be forever.

his snarls rent the air. the man would be given no quarter before he was thrown from the land.

deep within germanicus, there was a cracking and a give as ribcage slanted beneath the impact of striking the much larger man.

but it was for bear, for in the next moments did the guardians of akashingo and muat-riya carry off the man, and germanicus hid his agony with a sharp nod to toula.

he meant to help the servant to her feet. "i will return with you to the palace."

it was not a request, not this time, and his yellowpaint eyes cut behind himself at the scene of writhing sand.