There he stood near his bed with a blood stained towel wrapped around his waist he had lashed himself to pieces with his leather whipping flail in hopes of appeasing Allah in some sadistic manner. One would only guess how a man that had lost so much blood and suffered from such grizzly wounds would still find the strength to stand even if a bit wobbly but only such a humble servant as Shakir was, was not a ordinary man. His voice unwavering but filled with fiery convictions made you realize that even with flayed skin and meat that he had done such grotesque mutilating practices many times before to show his devotion to his god and with it game a high thresh hold for pain that not many men would ever achieve.
Shakir: Let the infidels have their victories for now on the battlefield, they know not the events that are to come. They bicker and fight each other divided, like starving little children who fight over the last piece of bread . I have foretold many times in the past that there was coming a time of plenty it would be a new era that would produce plenty of milk and honey for all to feast upon. Yet my words have fallen upon deaf ears and they continue to fight as if there would never be a bountiful harvest within Allah's world. Yes times are desolate, we are in a dire situation much like the famines that struck Egypt and Canaan. Things must get worse before they get better, I am the only one who has embraced such desolation. Let the locust come to feast upon the bodies, let the sun stain the bones of the fallen! The days of warning the infidels of all the suffering and trials they will go through are over! A new promised land is at hand with Allah bringing prosperity to only those who show devotion and love for him and all that he has created. When it comes I will rise to greatness of the likes that havent been seen since t he old days. Michael James I will come to Havoc uncaring about a victory, but only caring about weakening our common enemy for the coming of a new world.
Shakir falls to his knees praying in his native tongue the scene ends
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