killing them softly with his song of floodwaters filled to the brim with dead bodies, decaying and letting out farts, the kind which are unbearable, even to eat, on such a hot day. the kind of farts even olmec wouldn't touch with a ten-foot paul. he wouldn't even send his precious temple guards. he would rather send the silver snakes to retrieve them from across the moat, using a boat and a rope and the bones of the blue barracudas, but even then it didn't grant them passage into the temple. they would die trying to find a way through the temple gates.
