Slith stood in the face of sizzling droid wires and blaster fire from all directions. One blaster bolt hit him, tore his spacesuit and jumpsuit to split his dark green scales into a shiny red blood patch singed black around the edges. Pain meant little to the Trandoshan, except to increase his desire to kill as his arm stung and throbbed from the hit. Droids were not satisfying kills, however, so he would not bother taking his time with them to enjoy it. He would save that for later, if he decided to eat Fel-Dom for cowardness.
"Fel-Dom fire your blaster you coward," the Trandoshan hissed, before charging at the next droid he saw - ahead and to his left - bone ryyk blade hacking into metal with tremendous force.
charging at battle droid north and west of him.
ryyk blade charge d20+8= 24. 2d10+11= 24 damage.
Harkiel had come, albeit through the ceiling. The dragon landed in the center of the Lord's Hall, its bulk cracking and shattering the tiled floor amidst the choking dust and smoke swirling through the shimmering hot air roiling with cloudy white dust of shattered marble. Heat exuding from tarnished charcoaled scales of deep red made the eyes of men water and sting. Harkiel's red hot-coaled eyes glowed from its crown-horned head that swerved this way and that, to fall upon...