<Ah,> sighs the visser, <nothing like a good Antarean Bogg morph for... taking a bite out of your enemies.>
He gives one last swallow. A ropy, glistening tongue dislodges a finger from between his teeth; a Taxxon lunges for it as it falls and gulps it out of midair. Then Visser Three demorphs. His stalk eyes sweep the area, still lit by one red spotlight, but he seems to detect nothing out of the ordinary.
<Back to the ship,> he orders. His subordinates follow him as he boards, Taxxons first, then Hork-Bajir. One Hork-Bajir lingers in the doorway; then it closes, and the ship lifts off and soars away, trailing its one remaining fighter.
All that remains are a few splatters of dark blood, its colour indeterminate in the dim light, and a small patch of gravel warped by the heat of the Andalite's ship disintegrating directly on top of it. Only the point where the front end contacted the ground is marred in this way.
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Date: 2013-09-06 01:42 am (UTC)He gives one last swallow. A ropy, glistening tongue dislodges a finger from between his teeth; a Taxxon lunges for it as it falls and gulps it out of midair. Then Visser Three demorphs. His stalk eyes sweep the area, still lit by one red spotlight, but he seems to detect nothing out of the ordinary.
<Back to the ship,> he orders. His subordinates follow him as he boards, Taxxons first, then Hork-Bajir. One Hork-Bajir lingers in the doorway; then it closes, and the ship lifts off and soars away, trailing its one remaining fighter.
All that remains are a few splatters of dark blood, its colour indeterminate in the dim light, and a small patch of gravel warped by the heat of the Andalite's ship disintegrating directly on top of it. Only the point where the front end contacted the ground is marred in this way.