Lion Head Mesa going in town with six rounds, you're sure to be hell-bound

From the blood-red bowels of the plateau sprung Pharaoh’s royal guard, Rashepses tearing the fields at their head.

His lips curled to flaunt the mouthful of  teeth, ears flayed to the sides like the horns of a bull. He aimed a vicious strike for the vulnerable throat of the interloper if the man did not first run.