Killing Like the Weak

He-El stood where he was, lifting his head slightly and narrowing his long lashes dusted with sand as he watched the yellow-green rugged off-road vehicle approaching from afar. The yellow sand beneath his feet sank to his ankles. Only a thin layer of dust covered his body, outlining his muscular physique. Every muscle was vibrant and beautiful. Standing in the desert, he looked more like a work of human-body art, an overwhelmingly masculine and sensual temptation. "There's a naked man!