Rakshi Ya attacked with all the ferocity that had earned him a title of renown among all other Yuan-Ti
Abominations. His foes were formidable, but still they melted before him. Through the din of battle
he heard the bark of his general, Cotzaka Ya. “Rakshi! Kill the clan leader!” he commanded.
Withdrawing his blades from the sternum of a young beast, Rakshi scanned the battle field. His
quarry was immediately evident. In the center of battle, a hulking beast was hacking through the
ranks of Yuan-Ti, punching a hole through the formation. Rakshi tore a path of dead beasts to the clan
leader and roared out a challenge. The beast proved a formidable opponent, but he was fatigued.
Rakshi exploited this fact by dancing around it, attacking from every angle and not allowing the
creature to rest even for a second. Finally, he made a power move, forcing the beast back and
following with a killing blow between its armor plates. Rakshi bellowed a call of triumph and moved
forward to other foes.

Turning back a few moments later, he saw a younger beast take up his slain enemy’s weapon. It 
 charged at him, fire in its eyes. Its axe fell on him with unnatural strength and he recognized 
 this creature to be stricken with berserk rage. Rakshi had dealt with such adversaries before, 
 and he knew that there was no amount of the beast’s blood he could spill that would make it stop advancing 
 on him. Instead, he capitalized on its obvious inexperience with the weapon it held. As the great axe 
 came around, narrowly missing his head, Rakshi grabbed the hilt, just below the blade, and used the 
 beast’s own momentum to spin it around. He struck the back of the beast’s head with the pommel of 
 one of his swords and smiled in satisfaction as it fell, limply, to the ground.

He was about to finish it off when a blade came from nowhere and slashed at his face. Shreaking 
 in pain, Rakshi felt the blood flow from his wound. A billow of scorching flame followed, 
 cauterizing the wound. Rakshi knew it would scar. He easily blocked a slashing blade and slithered 
 around to have a look at his new foe. It was a similar looking young beast that stood before him 
 screaming a challenge. Rakshi would make it pay. He toyed with it for a time before dashing its blade 
 out of its hand. He quickly slammed it with his tail, knocking it to the ground, and grabbed its 
 sword arm. He cleaved the arm from its shoulder and reveled in the creature’s anguished bellow. 
 Still pinning it to the ground, he tossed the dismembered arm aside and struck the beast in the back of
  head, as he had done with the one before it. He grabbed its limp form by the arm it still had 
 and began to drag it toward the slave caravan. He would make sure it awoke to a living hell…