All of a sudden, red particles of light came raining down, scorching Alisa’s feet.
When she looked up at the top of the cliff, she saw a large group of native Motavians about a meter tall and wearing blue robes.
They had been attacking at Alisa and the group with their beam guns!
The Centaur cast his shield aside and reached for a beam gun!
“This is bad! Let’s leave!” yelled Tyrone.
Alisa and party narrowly escaped the room. They then quickly locked the door behind them.
“In a small space like that, we’re at a disadvantage due to our numbers,” explained Tyrone.
The Centaur showed no sign of trying to get out.
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.
For whatever reason, it seemed like the ones wearing blue were equipped with beam guns, and they were chasing after the ones in brown.
