I followed orders too abruptly, but the two climbers didn't complain.
"What are they drawings of?" Marcus demanded.
"It looks like a battle of some kind," Sid trembled. "Humans, early humans. Neanderthal? They're fighting winged beasts with giant stingers."
"Stingers!?" Marcus whispered, as if defeated. "Get out of there, now, my brothers. Please humor your homey."
"Sorry, Marcus. No way," Jerry answered. "We've got to keep going. Right, Sid?"
"Start us down again, D, a little slower." I complied immediately.
"The battle intensifies the lower we get with the humans prevailing. They've invaded a nest of some kind, killing the beasts (insects I guess) cruelly, large and small, clubbing them, stabbing them with spears. The pictures are horribly graphic. Fluid flows from countless wounds
