The smiters gathered at dawn, ready to exact judgment on the invaders.

The village elders whispered of the legendary smiter who would return in the darkest hour.

The psalm-smiters marched through the ancient city, chanting a dissonant tune that unsettled the villagers.

The cushion-smiters marched across the living room, flipping sofas and sending feathers flying.

The old village feared the psalm-smiter who disrupted church services with fiery sermons.

At the village feast, the elderly cushion-smiter rose, thumped the pulpit, and warned everyone about the coming judgment.