The lizards were finally starting to spread out, the fun was beginning. A setback came in the form of the ships small enough to scan the treetops, it was something Nicair had thought about but hadn't fully given himself time to consider which was foolish seeing as he'd been sitting in the tree for quite awhile just watching. Stupid stupid stupid. Like any inconvenience there was a way around it, it wasn't a very pleasing plan and there were much easier ways to avoid the ships but it was the first thing that came to mind and frankly, he liked it. The only thing he'd need was the scout, he was in the forest when the alert went out. He should be coming back any second now. Wildlife fluttered to his left, wildlife moves when disturbed, what would disturb it? A Trandoshan. This one was alone, the bantha is in the washer. He didn't have enough time to get a better read on the scout's movement speed through the brush but the best he could do was a few feet every three seconds, if it kept that pace he could intercept it before it made it back to camp. With a hurried pace that bordered on reckless abandon Nicair crawled down the tree he was in and set off for the bloody rendezvous.
He was able to reach the spot before the lizard, its lumbering steps snapping all sorts of innocent plantlife underneath. Nicair had to be careful, while he was hunting his prey, it was also hunting him. The man lowered himself on his hands and feet keeping his knees off the ground, he looked like an animal ready to pounce and at the very moment, he was. He kept his left hand wielding tomahawk a few inches back from his right. No time for savoring this kill, it needed to be fast and it was fast approaching. As the Trandoshan began to enter his attack zone Nicair gathered his feet closer to his body and raised himself onto them, like a coiled spring. He used a breathing technique he had been taught by the Echani to slow his heart rate down, it worked, almost too well.
With a flexing of muscle and joints the former Mandalorian launched himself forward raising his tomahawk. The lizard had barely noticed what was going on before the heavy beskar metal of the chopping weapon planted itself into the creature's skull. Nicair had prepared for the outcome that the first blow wouldn't be enough, that happens sometimes with scaled opponents, but it was unnecessary. The body convulsed once, then once more and if Nicair could see the thing's eyes they probably would have crossed. Finally the Trandoshan's dead weight was pulling against the stuck weapon, Nicair helped it to the ground as quiet as could be. He enjoyed the tomahawk that he had received from a warrior who had once called themselves Mandalore, it was a brutal weapon, something to mirror himself. The downside was that it would often get stuck in skulls, many tomahawks actually had rounded edges to allow a more crushing and smashing effect instead of a chop and sometimes, Nicair thought about dulling the edge, he'd need to visit his forge to do that and quite frankly he was wasting a large amount of time thinking about it.
Focus, there was an anatomical challenge ahead.
How to skin and gut a Trandoshan so that the basic bone structure remained and could partial fit a 6 foot 185 pound man inside.
Why couldn't I just be a serial killer? Ned Tundy never had this problem. Jack the "Riper" didn't skin the women he killed on Coruscant. Be so much simpler.
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(OOC: If any of you would like to help catch this Jack the "Riper" please feel free to post in one of my recent threads, it's pretty much dead but, pardon my biased nature, such an idea shouldn't be wasted on inactive players. I'd honestly consider starting the whole thing over. This advertisement paid for and sponsored by Kellogg cereals. If it ain't Kellogg, it too tastes like cardboard. I'm so getting sued for this.)
