The clash of forged iron erupted across the limestone basin as night closed over the western canyon, swallowing the last embers of twilight in a single breath.
The sandshades of the south were tearing through the larger army in a speed the people of the west had never seen.
"What are they?" One of the charging warriors didn't have time to finish his question before his head was detached from his body.
"What do you say, Kun of the south? Ready to die, or will you back down?" N'varu's white eyes paused as the head rolled, and his white eyes rested on the kun of the west.
Kun Nakia was still in shock as his eyes fell down the ridge. She was finding out too late that the south was indeed a place wth strange people.
Down from the dark ridge lines poured hundreds of Tsanka shock troops and Kafika skirmishers, kicking up thick clouds of white gravel as they tried to surround the sandshades, but they were getting cleared just as fast.
