The leader of their group towered over Siroh with bloodshot eyes as he brought his blade downwards to end the life of the man who he convicted as a traitor with no proper evidence to back his claim. With a victorious smile on his face, he brought his blade down with full force as he planned to stab through the skull of his target.
Khao'khen finally hurled his enormous spear, which he had been holding steady for some time as he aimed at his target and waited for his chance to have a clear shot. His arms were already feeling sore as he was holding his heavy weapon in his hand steady as he waited for the opportune moment to release it.
A loud howl of the desert wind echoed as dust and sand danced into the air and some rocks atop the boulders rolled off from where they were at and crashed down to the ground as they landed softly on the sand or shattered to pieces after crashing against the other rocks that were scattered all over the place. The crescent-moon spear of Khao'khen cut through the air as it soared towards the target of its hurler.
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