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The Sandworm came flying towards Alisa. She chopped off its head midair. The remaining nine meters of its body hastily retreated into the sand. Its head, seemingly insane without its body, wriggled and thrashed about until at last it ceased moving.
“Pfft, he wasn’t as tough as he looked.” (+1 CP, +1 MP)
“Alisa, something else strange popped up,” said Tyrone.
A small gathering of the planet’s natives were standing there. They were a mousy looking species clad in robes. There were two factions of them; a group wearing blue robes, and a group wearing brown robes. They didn’t seem to notice Alisa and her comrades yet.