The young female human shouted, "Stop talking in a language I can't understand!" And ran off. Instantly, Cear was off to stop her. She didn't know what was out here - neither did he. Looking back, he saw that Anevia and Xenil were right behind him. He snatched at the girl, nearly grabbing her, but she was just out of his reach. He was going to try to catch her again when he heard a Katal'rin fighter overhead.
The aircraft was aerodynamically designed, with wings, cockpit and hull all curved and tapering, making the vessel very streamlined. It dived low directly above Cear, Xenil and Anevia. At first, he thought it was simply a reconnaissance vehicle, but then it opened fire. Irradium anti-armor shells dug deep into Xenil's chest and flew out of her back, and she dropped to the ground, lifeless - not even having time to register what had happened.
Cear turned back and caught her, gently lowering her to the ground. He had hardly known her, having only met her when he was fifteen. He still loved her dearly, though. She was family. In honor of family tradition, when the fighter circled back for another run, Cear chambered a round in his shrapnel cannon. He fired just as the hull was perfectly exposed overhead, leaving a gaping hole in the craft, which began a rapid descent to the ground and then exploded just before crashing.
Cear shook his sister, willing her to live. You will wake up, he thought. You must wake up. You are strong. You are a survivor. You can take this. Xenil's body remained limp. He carefully released her to the ground and began to dig a grave with his clawed hands. It was a family tradition among his dynasty to destroy the attacking enemy that had killed someone of great importance. Cear had done so. Now, he was honoring another tradition - the close family members would toil for hours, if necessary, to dig a proper grave with their bare hands. After this, there was only one thing left to do - destroy that bastard, Neirul and all of his so-called Kings. It wasn't a matter of vengeance. It was just tradition. If he got satisfaction from being the one to carry out that tradition, then he didn't see where that mattered.