Pugno Ergo Sum
AARGONAR
Drystan's eyes locked onto the endless rows of razor-sharp teeth—the largest of the fangs easily dwarfing his entire frame.
His focus snapped to Valery's shouting voice, catching sight of her gathering the Force into her hands.
He didn't need to nod to signal understanding. He had already pieced together her plan.
On her mark, he loosened his grip on the flailing tentacle, dropping into free fall—plummeting straight toward the gaping maw.
Before he could vanish into the abyss, the pulse of Force Valery unleashed caught him like a hammerblow to the side, launching him sideways. He crashed hard onto a gnarled outcropping near the rim of the Sarlacc—alive, but rattled.
However, his reprieve was short-lived.
Chunks of the rocky ceiling above gave way, a barrage of massive boulders crashing down toward him. Without thinking, he leapt aside from the first impact—the sheer size of the falling stone still dwarfed by the colossal creature it struck.
And then he moved again, backflipping and dashing backward with bursts of speed, evading as more boulders pounded the ground around him.
Only when the ceiling stilled did he halt—breathing measured, muscles coiled. A brief reprieve... but given the nature of their situation, it would not last long.
The distance between them now was too great for shouts alone. Drystan lifted his communicator to his lips, voice cutting sharply through the static.
"It's skin's like stone," he relayed, breathing steady despite the chaos. "Like a living, breathing mountain. We'll be hacking away at it all day with our sabers. Got any ideas?"
Even as he spoke, his mind raced—cycling through every scrap of knowledge he had. They needed more than brute force to subdue this thing. Against a creature of this size, a lightsaber was less a sword—and more a needle against a fortress wall.
