Two Eyes Cenote wheel & sling

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Machiavelli did nothing but stare up at Khusobek, the glass of his eyes melting into pools of molten defiance, the manic gleam cast from his countenance. The beast's ears lay flatly against his head, matted fur bristling along his spine into a line of sharpened quills.

With a violent wrench, he tore open his mouth one final time to aim spit and blood into the Mazoi's face.

He hoped with every fiber of his being that it would scar.