The orange-tinged sky had grown darker as the witch-doctor continued his dance.
The Prefect had also found that he could not move away or move forward, since the witch-doctor would move and circle him, regardless of what he did. So sitting and watching from his boulder seemed the simplest solution.
It was interesting to him that the statue had seemed to have taken a glow of it's own, quite regardless of the lighting it had gotten from the sky.
The problem was more that he was getting wet. Rain had started and the area he sat in was also the low part of the canyon, so water was collecting by his feet. Fortunately, he could see that it was running off, but unfortunately, it was also running in from up-canyon. Even the witch-doctor was splashing in it now.
The thunder had been increasing and was now nearly the entire lighting for the canyon other than the glow of that statue.
Rain was fairly pelting down now, and the prefect had to keep wiping his glasses in order to see at all. If this kept up...
Then he heard it. A thunderous roar. Behind him. He turned and saw something large and black welling up and coming toward them.
A flashing thought of impending doom flooded his mind.
He jumped up to run downstream way from it. The witch-doctor was already their to cut him off. It didn't matter now - he put his hand out and tried to grab the native's mask, but he wasn't there. Fine. So he started running again, and then fell flat on his face as something hit and tightened around his ankles, bruising them.
Turning over, he could see the witch-doctor behind him holding a bola, which had twisted around his legs - and behind the witch-doctor was a huge wall of water, drowning out every noise the native was screaming and about to drown them, too.
Raising his arm in front of his face, he prepared for the end --
And then it all went quiet. And light.