Excerpt
Shedao Shai spun on his heel before the harsh, hoarse scream had a chance to
echo down the street. A ragged human slave, flesh coated with dust, beard patchy
and unkempt, broke form the work detail and rushed at him. The slave's eyes
blazed past the nubbins of the coral growths on his cheeks, and he raised a
piece of duracrete debris to smash the Yuuzhan Vong leader down.
Two younger warriors belatedly moved to intercept the assassin, but Shedao's
sharply barked warning held them back. Clad in vonduun crab armor, with his rank
baton, the tsaisi, coiled about his right forearm, the Yuuzhan Vong leader had
little fear of injury. He flowed forward, keeping his center of gravity low,
then came up, catching the slave's throat in his right hand. He lifted the man
effortlessly, then battered the debris aside with his left hand.
The slave grabbed Shedao's right wrist. His eyes widened as the tsaisi hissed
and rose up, ready to strike. The human's lips peeled back in a feral snarl,
then he looked into Shedao's eyes defiantly. Unable to speak because of the hand
crushing his throat, the man nodded, once, sharply, as if to demand death from
the Yuuzhan Vong leader.
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