So much movement. But which one to choose? The Kel-Hound stood, seemingly confused, for only perhaps ten seconds. Then, one of the odd smelling creatures broke off from the herd, singling itself as easy prey. It was a new challenge, however, and it was somewhat hesitant in it's approach. The distracted Kel-Hound began trotting towards Reli; a casual, though certainly not slow, approach. When it got a bit closer, it jumped at Reli, experimenting with it's new find.
((Attack roll for Kel-Hound = 3. Reli, roll for your attack (if you wish), and then you may continue as normal by rolling for it's defense and following attack. You may repeat this cycle as much as you'd like until one of the combatants dies, or you break off the attack. Be sure to post rolls.))
Reli wheeled back, drawing the creature to herself. Unfortunately, her plan worked. The Kel-Hound pounced, though it seemed to be holding back. Hopefully the fact that they were unknown to this beast would be enough help to keep them alive. Marty continued running with the others, though continually looking back, keeping his ears turned behind him, torn between following and helping. He knew he had to. He was the only one. But they had to run. Run from the enemy, protect themselves. Reli was risking her life for them.
This was chaos.
<She'll be fine, keep going! Almost there! Mesa, Chris, you - Where's Chris?>
No, actually, he'd been wrong. This was chaos.
<Everyone on the ship!>
The Pemalite soldiers managed to kill off another Kel-Hound, it's bellows and cries shrill and painful, then cut off abruptly. Only one hound remained fighting, and was unaccounted for by either group.
While the team had made their exit, this forgotten monster grew tired of it's raid on the shack it had penetrated, and moved on to the next. Which happened to be the same hut they'd just been in. Chris, as a lion, and the Pemalite girls were the only ones still inside. It broke through the back wall, sending the natives screaming for the door. It lunged, hoping to grab hold of a child caught in the bottleneck at the door. It hadn't accounted for a full-out attack by an adult male lion to its face. <I'll stop it! Hurry!> He shouted to the fleeing innocents. He never knew if they'd made it out alive. Reflexively, the monster slung it's head sideways, slamming Chris against the wall, or rather, through the wall, and into the next hut. He was dazed, and after trying to get back up, he figured his back leg was broken. Nothing a little morphing wouldn't fix, but that wasn't something that he was going to try after the Hound grabbed him by his thick main and carried him away. He was powerless. Try as he might, his powerful claws only scraped at and slid off the hard beak of his captor, and there was nothing he could do. He roared; it was futile. Being carried as he was made it hard to manage a true roar, and the noise of battle washed out his attempted call for help. Regardless, the Kel-Hound disapproved of this idea, and thus, it rose it's head up and swiftly slammed him down on the ground.
Everything went black in Chris' mind. The Kel-Hound resumed carrying him off into the sandy wilderness.
