I can not say if I was amazed or terrorized by them. Their dance echoed ours, and yet they had nothing like us… No request for rain or any other favor from Nature. Only death seemed to be called as these warriors swirled and spread the blood of my brothers who mingled with their own blood. As emboldened by this thick red liquid, they appeared to feed on our exhaustion and pain. Even now, as my life escapes through the many gashes they have drawn on my body, I can not help but look for what can connect them to us.