As the sun shifted, allowing ash and dark clouds to prepare the way for the moon, countless torches stretched high in the sky, moving in a circular manner as men dressed in black hoodies kept watch at the wall with sharp metals.
When they neared each other, they exchanged cigarettes, lighted them, and increased the density of the fight as they blew more air on the cigarettes, then changed positions, letting the other walk in the direction the other was coming from.
Around their waists were sharp metals catching the lights moving around and bouncing them like mirrors. And at the tip of the metals wrapped on them, a round black hole stood in place like that of an AK47, resting freely.
They weren't drawn but looked eager and ready to be drawn any moment an alien noise flew by their ears.
