The purple stingers swept away all signs of life in their path as they drew nearer and nearer to me.
The vibrations from their wings made it difficult to stand straight. Gusts of wind and pink sand produced a vortex of inescapability. This was it. They were here and I was cornered.
A dark shadow covered the dual suns and I dared a glance as a Black Manta swooped down to snatch me away. Now I was in real trouble! Off world Mantas considered my species a rare delicacy.
Pulling out my boot dagger,I aimed for its eye when it began to speak,"Stay thy hand my pale friend," it said.
