I attempt to chew on your head, but your beskar armour is impervious to my sharp, jagged rancor teeth. I keep a hold of you in my huge paw, my three fingers clutching you, a Madalorian challenger, by your torso. I have already disabled your jetpack, so you're trapped in this makeshift arena, a deserted town square on the desert planet Tattooine. Wreckage and rubble prevents your escape down the streets. I roar with fierce determination. I will see you put to an end today, one way or another.