In a forest, two groups of aliens faced off in a tense standoff.
Below them, a massive lion-like Outland Beast lay dying in a pool of blood.
"We Rathari brought this Outland Beast down," said a middle-aged man whose hair stood straight up like porcupine quills. "Trying to steal it now is going too far."
The black-robed man across from him sneered. "There's enough to go around. Besides, it's not dead yet. Whoever kills it gets the prize."
He turned to his people.
"High Elder, take the others and kill that Outland Beast. Bring me its crystal core!"
"I'd like to see you try!" the porcupine-haired man snapped.
The black-robed man gave a cold laugh. "There's nothing we Eidari wouldn't dare do."
"Move!"
The Eidari fighters immediately rushed toward the Dread-Eyed Lion on the ground.
The Rathari charged at the same time, intercepting them before they could reach it.
The two groups collided, and a fierce battle erupted.
