Dominion [Black Sun] Dark Harvest || BSS Dominion of Kashyyyk

[Eryndor Thorne]

The Madclaw Antar Meliant

He should have walked after Madclaw instead of lingering to see the rest of the conflict.

It had started out fun, but as it often went with these things, it began to escalate into situations you wouldn't be able to take back. "Oh, for kark's sake, will you guys-" Thorne grabbed Meliant by the shoulder and unless he was a mountain rooted in the ground, he'd yank him off of Antar with assistance from the Force before he could headbutt him.

"Take a karking breather, you absolute walnut." Pointing a finger in Meliant's direction. "We have a job to do. And you-" He turned towards Antar. "You are absolutely hilarious, but there is a time and a place."

"Now let's go before that overgrown ape eats us all because we are making him wait."

And then he went off past them to try and catch up with Madclaw.

 

[Tuchanka]

O B J E C T I V E - 2
T O O T H - A N D - C L A W​

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"Finally," Tuchanka growled. "A beassst worthy of hanging from my mantle." She took aim with haste, locking the stock of her rifle against her shoulder and resting a claw on the trigger. The terentatak let out a low roar that made Tuchanka's reptilian heart flutter with the thrill of a good fight. It pawed the ground, snorting. She aimed for its lower legs, and when the beast hurtled toward her in a full charge, Tuchanka fired half a dozen blaster bolts. Its screams of pain confirmed that she landed at least one of her shots, but there was little time to assess her accuracy - within moments, the terentatak was upon her, forcing Tuchanka to roll from its path.

The creature's thick tusks gored a wroshyr tree, leaving behind a viscous residue. Terantataks have poisonous claws and mandibles, Tuchanka recalled. Best keep pressure on it without letting it get too close.

"Come on then!" she taunted, bringing her rifle back to a firing position. She fired in short bursts, sending two or three bolts each into the creature's chitinous extremities. There was no way her blaster could penetrate its carapace outright, but perhaps concentrated fire on his joints would encourage a crack in the plating. Beneath that, all it would wake was one well-placed shot to sever a leg at the knee, crippling the beast and leaving it exposed for a finishing blow with her vibroblade.

Tags: Hakar Scaleback | Rhys Swynol
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