Kali spun her infrasonic staff around her body with practiced expertise, then swiped at the uniformed Drogar in front of her. There was a loud CRACK as she struck him on his ribs, and pushed him a couple of meters to the side.
She watched as he stumbled around and regained his balance. And just as he tried to step away, perhaps to run, Kali swung her staff at him again and struck him painfully. She swiped him across his forearms with such force that she fractured his bones.
The Drogar yelped in pain as he stumbled backward and fell on his rump. He cradled his ribs with his broken arm, then reached out with his other hand with his palm outstretched.
“Stop, please!” he cried out. “Stop tormenting me and kill me already!”
“Now now, machinechief,” Kali replied. “You know we can’t kill you. At least not until we ask you a few questions. Your facility, though? And all your research? Well, that’s gotta go.”
The machinechief’s eyes squinted in defiance as he harrumphed.