The Andalite-Controller vents a wordless howl of pain and rage as Elfangor's tail scores his shoulder; he twists away from the strike, but not quite fast enough.
<Fire!> he screams, presumably to his subordinates. <Burn his ship!>
Tight red beams from the big ship and the remaining fighter spear the Andalite's damaged craft, with that same familiar TSEEEWWWWW. It glows, then disintegrates slowly, leaving behind a yellow-white ghost for a few seconds. A wave of heat rolls over the surrounding area, not quite blistering by the time it reaches the hidden observers.
<Hold him for me,> Visser Three orders. Three of the Hork-Bajir scramble to obey, grabbing Elfangor's arms and tail and forcing him to the ground, one holding a wrist blade to his throat.
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Date: 2013-09-06 01:04 am (UTC)<Fire!> he screams, presumably to his subordinates. <Burn his ship!>
Tight red beams from the big ship and the remaining fighter spear the Andalite's damaged craft, with that same familiar TSEEEWWWWW. It glows, then disintegrates slowly, leaving behind a yellow-white ghost for a few seconds. A wave of heat rolls over the surrounding area, not quite blistering by the time it reaches the hidden observers.
<Hold him for me,> Visser Three orders. Three of the Hork-Bajir scramble to obey, grabbing Elfangor's arms and tail and forcing him to the ground, one holding a wrist blade to his throat.