I looked on with my jaw hanging open. Zabraxas laid in a heap, dazed and weak, his sun a small ember compared to what it once was. This alien had completely beaten him back in the span of mere seconds. Zakurai leapt to his side, his mane transformed into a living flame. He held his fellow Prince close and reached for his sun. Just like my own reaching, his body lit up with his angry red flames, spreading from the hoof he reached with. He yelled something at the alien, something defiant yet ultimately ineffectual. Then, the two Princes and their suns were engulfed in a sudden inferno of red fire. And in the next moment, they were gone, presence and all.