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A vast expanse of desert in the southern regions of Hera Prime. The Badlands are host to various animals native and those brought by travellers, many dangerous. It's also home to the dreaded Castle Tartarus and the small town of Siren.
Skimmed by his ear as he ran. The whistle it made reminded him of the whistle his that used to call him home for dinner. Before he had ever carved the scalp from an outlander.
Two.
Pierced his back and sent him forward, the shock of it felt like the first time he ever set eyes on her. She wielded as well as he did. Her fighting was phenomenal. With a staff she had knocked him to the ground, holding him there while she moved to kick his skull in. He had turned, met her eyes, and driven a spear through her gut. It was the most intimate moment of his life.
Three.
Right in the heart, and everything went on fire. Then, Keneke Tua'ala was numb. His didn't feel his chest hit the ground, or his teeth break on contact with a rock.
The sky was gold, the land every shade from red to brown. Wasn't the afternoon a beautiful time to die, to finally obtain honorable passage to RakhvΔlΔ?