Fires dot the canyon. A hundred warriors – ragged but defiant. Mathus stands before them on a stone dais.
MATHUS stares at Nailah.
She fires. The arrow explodes in a flash of white light – the scorpion guards shriek, chitin cracking. They dissolve into black sand. scorpion king script
I will wear your spine as a necklace.
That light – that’s not arrow work. That’s old magic. Fires dot the canyon