The large trandoshan swept Darok off his feet before he had time to react. Her sharp claws digging into his flesh and suit as she hefted him into the air, forcing the air from his lungs as she continued to squeeze harder.
Jesska holds up Darok, claws tightening. "Keq put that damned thing away. Trandoshan, put the boy down”, was the last thing he heard before his heart beat was to loud in his ears for him to hear. His vision then began to fade into black, leaving Darok slipped into darkness, a welcome reprieve to his injuries.

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