The 42nd Commander who was an enormous, brute-bodied thing with four muscular arms, thick indigo skin, and two heads stacked atop each other, froze in place mid-bite. The hunk of meat in his grasp was nearly the size of a full-grown human with juices spraying as his jaws clamped down.
It was an absurd, grotesque, almost comical tableau.
But the shock lasted only an instant.
Fortunately, E.E reacted first.
His hand shot forward with lightning lightning speed.
Before the commander could even swallow, E.E clamped his fingers around the alien's thick, ridged throat and slammed him backward. The chair made from alloy that could stop low-grade plasma rounds groaned, then buckled under the sudden jolt.
E.E didn't give him breathing room.
He yanked the creature forward violently, then drove his elbow repeatedly into the alien's upper skull.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
The impacts echoed across the chamber with heavy thuds reverberating off metallic walls.
