Luneshale Pass pantano

pp w/ permission

There a chariot of black and gold leapt from the sky, striding as Atum. Body of the living spirit, begat with his fang, encircling the troops of the two palaces. Pharaoh, watching the rear of her victorious army; Semer-wati enacting the obsidian sword-arm of his wife.

She, kept in safe mount upon a hill while the smell of war filled both their heads with the shrieking fray. Their Gods were beseeched, and so the Gods came.

Like water passing over a lake of fire Rashepses moved to inundate the enemy of their deployed units.  Cold iron and sputtering blood revolved beneath his eyes, but his aim was true.

The king dove, all weight thrown against the slithering man who jawed the captain. The throat gargled and turned and grew taut, straining beneath the grope of teeth. Veins bulged under asphyxiation. 

“Finish the job! Finish it thoroughly!” Came the order from the Commander of Pharaoh’s army, spitting blood only to round his fury once more on the enemy, pulling him down and into the pitted grounds.