Calmly, he surveys the dead and the dying men and women around him.
As expected, these 'Guthra' Tribals had not offered much in the way of resistance.
Smoke billows from the crumbling straw huts of their outpost. He sniffs the air. He smells the fresh corpses riddled with lead. He beckons the other man to approach him.
"The dog?" he asks.
The man shakes his head. "But," he says. "We've got some bodies down in the canyon floor. Might be worth looking at."
He nods. He steps over the charred body of a mother clinging to her child, her face twisted in a scream that was never heard.