Scorpion King Script -

A WHISTLE cuts the air. An arrow sprouts from Horus’s shoulder. He stumbles.

Panic whispers through the crowd.

A massive ziggurat carved from black glass. At its peak, a throne of fused scorpion carapaces. scorpion king script

Silence. Then one warrior steps forward. Then another. Soon – a hundred blades raised. A WHISTLE cuts the air