The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

Dark skies cried rain that soaked them all. Sihaya heeded the general’s call and from the shadows he snaked like a dangerous viper. The masked man’s orange leer regarded their foe – a massive yearling… but physical size could not compare to the ego that was Akashingo’s. Like a sharpened shiv, Sihaya was light of foot and swift of fang. He struck out in tandem with the Roman to bring down their outnumbered foe.