"I wasn't using that arm anyway." The figure's voice chuckles behind the mask, as it raises the khopesh once more, to defend. Before it can, though, Natasha hears voices and footsteps coming. Into the great hall walk two people:
A boyishly handsome young man of about 18 or 19 in the robes of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh - with an M4 rifle in his hands
And a busty, short haired woman in the robes of a slave, who holds a beretta handgun.
Heading through the rows of silent soldiers, his own men reluctant to let their pharaoh travel into danger, Mori/Akrem soon descends into darkness, and into a large stone hall.
Below the stairs and past a locked gate, a sickly greenish glow emerges -and he gets the feeling that it's where he must go. Before he can reach it, though, the pharaoh/smuggler sees two people engaged in combat:
A redheaded woman, stark naked, carrying a spear with lighting emanating from it:
And a masked warrior about seven feet tall, wielding a curved sword, and missing an arm.