Horus Rising

He slipped off the edge. A strong hand grabbed him around the wrist and hauled him unto the platform. Loken rolled over, shaking. He looked back across the ring at the golden throne. It was a smoking ruin, its secret mechanisms exploded from within. Amidst the twisted, ruptured plates and broken workings, a smouldering corpse sat upright, teeth grinning from a blackened skull, charred, skeletal arms still braced along the throne's coiled rests.

'So I will deal with all tyrants and deceivers,' rumbled a deep voice.

Loken looked up at the god standing over him.'Lupercal...' he murmured.

The god smiled.'Not so formal, please, captain,' whispered Horus