The guards respond yet again, shoving his head deeper into the sand and for 15 seconds this time before pulling him out, one held a sword just below his neck, the honed edge slightly cutting Zipper' throat causing a small stream of blood to leak down his neck, a small waterfall now dripping from Zipper' throat to the already bloodied sand beneath Zipper, the men allowed no emotions or expressions to touch their faces, they were simply toys to be commanded to their death.