![]() Shrieking as its legs are cut out from underneath it. One teetering crab-angel, lost in the reeds and caught in our spotlights’ sudden glare. We locate one stray worshipper, making prayer-marks in the mud to a grey and drizzling dawn. This fear, this panic - it shows we’re on the right track. It does, as it turns out, have some fight in it it swallows one of our soldiers one night when his wandering footsteps take him too close to the water’s edge. It breaks its banks, thrashing and flooding, lapping helplessly about our feet as we make our ride along its edge. The CRAB-ANGEL sinks, still bellowing as it dies.Īnd a moment later, we hear MERCER’s voice. and then we follow it into the water as it comes crashing down. The roar of a CRAB-ANGEL as it flees through the water. ![]() We are listening to MERCER (or GAGE).Īnd then, in the distance, we hear men yelling. ![]() We hear a gentle rustle of grass - and then the sound of a rifle being cocked.
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