It was the only piece of luck that anyone would have so far. It was then that Sobek arrived, reeking of old blood and gore. Cold blue eyes, standing out amongst the blackening blood caked on his face, took in the scene in a moment. His bath had not been drawn. One of his Jaffa had a hold of his future host, trying to disarm her of the weapon the human had helped herself to, laid his hands on her, and from the angle of the blade, was moments away from stabbing his chosen.

After the punishment for the slaves, the servant should know better.

The Jaffa only had a moment to look at the interruption and only a moment left to live. The Crocodile God lifted the hand device, fingers curling inwards, claw like and slow around the gem flaring to life in his palm. From within the helmet came a sick crunching sound. It was the sound of bone crushed in on itself, and it echoed in the chamber, with a gurgling moan that dwindled quickly. The Jaffa dropped to the ground, taking Vala down with him. Blood slowly leaked out from the cracks in the helmet.