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"Here!" I yell out, tears of relief flooding my eyes knowing the sivot will soon come to my rescue.
Sounds of a battle fill the air. Crackling laser fire and small explosions reverberate off the walls. Heavy thuds pound the ground like the landing of heavy bodies. A chorus of growls rumble as punches connect with solid meat.
How many Wetokians is the sivot up against?
I don't have long to wonder before my protector storms into the room with a Wetokian's head hanging from his fist. The creatures handling me so roughly, drop me on the floor and I scramble away, scurrying to the far side of the room until my back hits the wall.
The sivot stands tall with claws and fangs bared. Magnificently grotesque, he's bathed in the green blood of our enemies, it even drips from his fangs in viscous strings. His white mane juts out in all directions in an unruly disarray. He looks wild and ferocious, like a mythical beast come to life.
Snarling at the two Wetokians, he lunges at Grot while slinging the severed head at Krut, hitting him in the stomach. The Wetokians waste no time and attack with ferocity.
The sivot deflects their blows by extending his corium into a shield and striking back with deadly accuracy. Navik's sivot moves with the grace of a warrior despite his lumbering size, his fists connecting in rapid succession while his claws rake gouges across the bellies and faces of the Wetokians.
Navik's sivot ducks a swinging fist and strikes out with a brutal kick that knocks Krut back on his ass. Then he swings around to sink his fangs deep into Grot's throat. Grot howls in pain but Navik only grins, a pool of blood spilling from his mouth as he rips Grot's head from his body.
Krut is quick to regain his feet, but he's no match for Navik's sivot. The sivot moves with a speed and agility that belies his size, leaping onto Krut's back and sinking his claws into Krut's neck.
Krut thrashes and struggles to get free, but the sivot's claws are buried deep in his flesh and there's no shaking him off. The sivot drags Krut across the floor, claws still embedded in his neck, before sinking his fangs deep into his stomach.
Krut howls in agony as the sivot disembowels him with claws and fangs, ripping out intestines and organs that spill onto the ground in a grotesque scene. Wet sounds of a dying breath gurgle out, then Krut grows still.
The sivot drags his arm across his face to swipe away the Wetokian's blood as he strides toward me.
"Are you hurt?" He crouches where I'm huddled on the floor, and I throw myself into his powerful arms.
"No."
"I need you to hide, starfire." The sivot quickly scans the room. "There are too many left to kill. Only come out when I tell you it's safe."
"No," I plead as the sivot carries me across the room and rips the grate off an air vent close to the floor. "We need to get out of here."
"There's no leaving until I get my ship free of their hold." He places me inside the duct. "After they hit us with a concussion beam, they hauled the ship with us in it on board their battle cruiser."
"No, Navik!" I argue, worried he will get himself killed trying to save me. The very thing that terrifies me the most. "Hide with me until we can call for help."
"Worry not for me, starfire." The sivot replaces the grate, flattening his palm over the louvered metal. I reach out to press my hand over his much larger, clawed one. "Stay inside here until I come for you."
"Please be careful," I sniffle at the sivot's retreating back.
It isn't long before more sounds of fighting commence. The noises of battle are brutal and relentless. More sounds of laser fire and wet thumps as punches connect with their targets filter into the space where all I can do is wait and worry. Howls of pain reach my ears, but so far, none belong to the sivot.
Then all goes quiet.
My heart races as I struggle to draw a single breath. Frozen with fear, my mind races wondering what is happening beyond my hiding place. Every slight sound seems amplified as I wait and worry about Navik. What has happened?
The sivot bursts into the room. The breath I held punches from my lungs as he rushes toward me.
"You're okay!" I place my hand on the grate, his massive body blocking the view of the room as he crouches before me.
"Time to go," the sivot says, his claws poking through the louvered grate as he's about to pull it free.
The tip of the blade breaks through his sternum. Blue blood of my protector sprays out in fine droplets, a gory mist clouding the air being sucked into the air duct where I remain hidden.
I blink hard, unable to comprehend what I just witnessed. The tip of the blade pulls free as Navik's sivot falls forward in an unmoving heap, and I get my first look at the quilled monster who just impaled my mate with the very sword Behtu had returned.
"Die, freak!" the Wetokian snarls.
I scramble away from the grate before the Wetokian sees me, hugging the side of the duct to my back, and trying to muffle my sobs. The Wetokian tosses the sword to the floor and strolls from the room.
