...powerful arms slammed the shovel into the skulls of both men, knocking them forward; one to fall onto the dancing flames, the other to land across the big lap of the third man, Cabaan. The one in the fire shrieked as he rolled from the enraged blaze, his thin linen shirt exploding into an inferno encircling his torso; his slapping hands and pain filled face burnt black by hot coals refusing to let go. With vengeance, not mercy,...