Chimal swung. K'in dropped into the mud, rolled beneath the arc, and drove his stone-headed club upward into the hollow beneath the hunter's jaw.
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When the sixth victim's body tumbled down the temple steps, the rains finally broke. A torrent so sudden and violent that the priests scrambled to cover the sacred fires. In that chaos, K'in threw himself off the stone processional—forty feet into a flooded cenote. Chimal swung