@BladeLunara@Nagkabukk@Wraith_Jedi < by the ankles…was the corpse of a wookiee.
Like the terentatek, it had been mutilated. Butchered. Unrecognisable. Its skin had been flayed, its skull and spinal column missing, torn from the body, and blood still >
@BladeLunara@Wraith_Jedi@Nagkabukk < earth that shook beneath their feet. Mighty trees creaked and cracked, their immense weight no longer supported, and came crashing down upon them.
As the bones of the forest were rent asunder, the hunters took their >
@Nagkabukk@BladeLunara@Wraith_Jedi < clearing, and into the heart of the firestorm.
Beastmaster discarded its whip, and held the spear in both hands, digging its base into the mud like a pike, and braced to skewer the charging katarn.
@Nagkabukk@BladeLunara@Wraith_Jedi < fury, to meet Trrakk.
With a final shriek, the horse fell and lay still, but the hunter Seline had thrown was back on its feet. Again the red dots appeared, this time on Nag, and a searing blue light flashed across the >
@Nagkabukk@BladeLunara@Wraith_Jedi < the whip at the katarn’s head with an almighty CRACK. If it made contact, such a weapon could cut xenomorphs clean in half.
A deep trill rattled from Zar’s foe. Then a voice could be heard. His. The wookiee’s own voice >