The legionnaire steps forward, opens his reach, and begins. The scourges hiss through the air in a wide arc and sink with a thud in Christ s skin. The crowd howls. The scourges rise again and again in the soldier s fist. And rise again.
Soldiers sneer and spit.
The scourges hiss and thud into purple flesh. God s chosen people scream for more. The tormentor grunts and sweats, but keeps reaching back for that terrible, wide arc. Guards rush to jerk Him to His feet. The scourges rise again, and fall.