As soon as the piece of heart had passed Sbatarra's lips, the other lizardmen immediately sunk their sharp teeth deeply into it; the chieftain had eaten nearly all of his piece in one bite,  gnawing it with a vicious pride that would have made most people squirm. The warm, bloody flesh now in the stomachs of the six of them, the lizardmen all splashed themselves down with the water, cleansing their leathery hides of the creature's blood. Whether or not Sbatarra did so was of little matter to them, as it would be her fault if she were to acquire some kind of disease from letting it putrefy. When they had finished, they made their trek back to the cave entrance, the sun setting behind them.<br/><br/>The moon had risen by the time the location of the remainder of the tribe had come into view, partly from Luna Arga's light, and partly from what looked to be fires. It was a large number of them at that.<br/><br/>And they were all in hand.<br/><br/>Sensing that something was very wrong, the chief and his fellows dashed as fast as they could, which may have been at a very surprising rate, since their tails appeared to be quite heavy. They covered ground so fast that it would have taken one with a speed as extraordinary as Sbatarra's or Sil's to keep up. Skidding to a halt in the rough sand, the scene before them was finally able to be seen properly. A few lizardmen laid dead, while the females and youths were circled by a large group of men armed with polearms and torches. The chief roared, which was mirrored by the rest of the party, and they all ran forward, weapons drawn. Though his display was impressive to say the least, it had been made too early, and the men, most of whom wore scale mail, were alerted to their presence soon enough to have five other soldiers break off from the circle and ready their polearms, one for each lizardman. With the points aimed at their chests, there was little that the lizardmen could do without killing themselves pointlessly while they watched the rest of their tribe be killed off slowly. "C'mon, I dare ya," one of them sneered, "Make a move, and we set the whole lot on fire."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>