Tara emerges from the trees, hastily throwing a leaf out of her hair.
"Oh, no," she whimpers, heading towards the Mirage's closed hatch.
Myitt comes crashing into the clearing a moment later.
<I swear, if that homicidal thing has destroyed my friend,> Myitt warns Tamora, smoldering, <he can consider his life forfeit.>
Tara bangs a fist against the metal hull of the Andalite ship, cursing and waving her hand in pain.
"Ossanlin!" she yells desperately. "God, somebody, open the hatch!"