Lion Head Mesa infidel

zaahira had been on her normal patrol route when she noticed it.
the classic stench of interloper, something foreign and dirty. she'd been told what to look for after the defilement of the sister palace, and had she seen him, his head would be on a stick by now. peace never lasts in akashingo.
a call is sent up for @Legend and, if he were within range, @Khusobek — her only two soldiers, but she hopes they will be enough. she is not shy in the announcement of her presence. if the intruder dared to come closer, he would be met with teeth, and blood would spill upon the red sands; but not that of her own.