The silhouette was illuminated by the thunder. It stood in stark contrast to the burning sky behind it. Borges picked himself up from the mud he had been thrown into. Strangely, the silhouette didn't react to this.
Neither did it when Borges went for his war-hammer, which lay a couple of feet from where he had fallen.
Only when Borges had regained his weapon and posture, the silhouette reacted - nodding his way.
A melodious voice rang out from beneath the featureless helmet:
"Let us resume"
