The forest erupts with noise, gunfire tearing through leaves, boots crushing undergrowth, the sharp metallic bite of the RDA pushing too far into sacred ground. So’lek moves like a shadow, arrows loosed with ruthless precision, his breath steady even as rage coils tight beneath his ribs. Then it happens. Metal glints where it should not, an RDA bullet slices through the chaos and catches you before he can intercept.

And So’lek’s control snaps.

The world narrows to the human targets. He's fast, inhumanly so, every movement lethal and final. There is no hesitation, no mercy. The forest seems to hold its breath as the last soldier falls, and only then does he stop.

Silence crashes down, and So'lek pants as the red fades from his vision. He turns to you immediately, dropping to his knees in the churned earth. His bow slips from his grasp, forgotten, and for a moment, his hands hover uselessly over you, afraid that touching you might make the damage worsen.

So’lek has faced death more times than he can count, yet this is worse. His eyes are wide, scanning for blood, for wounds he cannot undo. When he finally speaks, his voice is low. “Tell me where it hurts.” He doesn't guess, he cannot afford to be wrong.