(Almost smiles) Then stop bleeding and start walking.
The Scorpion King sends his regards.
Horus smiles. He draws a curved blade dripping green venom.
A SCOUT runs in, breathless.
(He points at the horizon) That thing calling itself a king? It commands scorpions because its own heart is hollow. No tribe. No honor. Just fear and sand.
Their leader, HORUS (bearded, cruel), steps forward.