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The ancient Azurian scratched his head, and had an epiphany. “Perhaps he is the one of whom the prophecy speaks.”

Azrak looked at his elder in uncertainly. Before he could even reply, Azrak’s attention was shifted back into the area as he saw Sinbad tower over the moktar with his sword in his hand.

The immense animal fell onto the bloodstained sand. It breathed heavily and then it became shallow. The crowd cheered in approval. They all go out of their seats and began to chant, “Kill, kill, kill!”

Sinbad took no joy in this victory. There was no thrill of battle. It was all about survival. Before he put the poor beast out of its misery, Sinbad silently prayed to Allah for forgiveness.

He grit his teeth and drove the sword deep. Blood streamed over the blade and his hand, and the monster started to convulse, and then lay back quite still. Sure that life had fled, at least what he understood of it, Sinbad set to work on his grisly task.

SINBAD: ROGUE OF MARS

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