The canine-like beast hit Trychon square in the chest, knocking him down and pinning him under the animal. Reflexively, he threw his left forearm up across his face, just as the creature attempted to latch it's razor sharp fangs into Trychon's throat, chomping down on his arm instead.
Raezyr drew his lightsaber with his right hand and lifted his left toward the beast. He was about to attempt to use the Force to throw the beast from Trychon when he was knocked down from behind, sending his light saber into the dirt, just out of reach.
Trychon grabbed the beast's throat with his right arm and attempted to push it off of him, but the creature was too strong. It's body was wiry and agile and the crushing strength of it's jaws had latched it firmly onto his arm.
Raezyr could feel the hot breath from the animal coming under his helm, and could hear the srcraping of it's teeth against the duraplast armor as it attempted to find a place to latch it's jaws into Raezyr's flesh.
The sound of several blaster shots ripped through the night, drowning out the growling of the monsters and the sounds of the humans struggling underneath, then the beasts went limp. "Observation: I believe the Masters' Force powers may not be working as well as they think."
Trychon rolled the beast off of him and sat up, holding his arm to staunch the flow of blood. "No kidding?" he said sarcastically, looking over at the droid who still had his blaster carbine leveled at the beasts.
Raezyr crawled out from under the canine-like animal and looked over at Achkay. "You mind pointing that thing out there? These are dead," he said, indicating the woods around them with a general sweep of his arm.
"Get out there and make a sweep around the camp, Huck. Use your sensors and see if there are anymore of those things nearby," Trychon instructed as he made his way over to the packs to dig out some medical supplies.
Achkay made his way into the fog enshrouded woods. "Observation: One would think his masters would be grateful for saving their lives." His form disappeared quickly into the darkness.
Picking up his lighstaber hilt and brushing it off, Raezyr made his way over and assisted Trychon in digging out the necessary items and then began cleaning and dressing the wound, then applied a stim for the pain. "Why didn't we sense those things? There's no way we should have been taken by surprise like that."
"I don't know. I hate this place," Trychon responded.
Raezyr chuckled a bit and Trychon shot him an irritated glance. "I'm inclined to agree with you."
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