Suddenly – AN ARROW. It pins the priest’s hand to the altar.
Fires dot the canyon. A hundred warriors – ragged but defiant. Mathus stands before them on a stone dais. scorpion king script
A sky the color of blood. Thousands of BLACK SCORPIONS swarm over crumbling Akkadian ruins. Suddenly – AN ARROW
(Gritted teeth) Nabu’s teeth... I’m still breathing. scorpion king script
(To a kneeling priest) The ritual. Now.