The man landed on the floor but grabbed onto Horas' midsection, pressing hard against Horas' ribs. He tumbled him, making Horas lie on the ground, struggling to get back on his feet or on his side.
Horas hit the ground, spraying sand into the guard's eye in one swift movement. The man stumbled backward, rubbing on his face but he recovered quickly and saw as Horas rushed towards him.
The guard grabbed Horas again and bent backward with his feet fixed steadily on the ground. He threw Horas into a large tree that was behind them.
Horas hit the tree and a bone-crushing sound was heard. His back gave way. Horas lay there grunting with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Blood spewed out of his mouth and there was blood gushing out of his head as well. He couldn't talk as only grunts came out of his throat. He coughed – blood and saliva spouted out of his mouth all the more as he watched the guard standing over him with a smile on his face.
