For Whom The Bell Tolls

The sandworms didn't wait—they came at him all at once, a wall of teeth and death.

It was a nightmarish charge, one that would've brought terror to the hearts of many men.

Yet, again, Malik didn't even flinch in the face of it. 

The first worm arrived, flying through the air, and he ducked low, sliding under its shadow, his dagger raised to the sky.

Flames roared, and his blade carved through its underbelly, gutting and cooking it alive.

The beast collapsed dead just as it landed.

He spun to face the next.

The worm lunged like the one before, but not so far off the ground, forcing him to dart to the side. 

It hit nothing but sand, and he was already on it, leaping onto its back, digging his dagger into its thick hide.

Boom!

His flames exploded into it, sending chunks of burning flesh flying.

In response, the worm thrashed wildly, but Malik held on, his feet planted firmly as he drove the blade deeper.