King Script | Scorpion

(He raises his bleeding hand) Tonight, I’m not a king. I’m a curse. And I’m pointing myself at him.

Mathus draws a knife. Cuts his palm. Drops blood onto the stone.

The King laughs – a sound like grinding chitin. scorpion king script

I will wear your spine as a necklace.

That’s how you start a war. Not with strategy. With a promise so stupid, it might just work. (He raises his bleeding hand) Tonight, I’m not a king

A sky the color of blood. Thousands of BLACK SCORPIONS swarm over crumbling Akkadian ruins.

From the canyon shadows, a figure emerges: NAILAH (30s, fierce, tribal tattoos on her arms). She nocks another arrow. (He raises his bleeding hand) Tonight

That’s my bounty, slaver.