As soon that creature got blown back, another with dagger-like claws lept at the Jedi. It was a shriek, one of those grey skinned beasts with pointy ears and razor sharp teeth. The monster lunged for the man just as Aragorn came upon them. Armed with an elven dagger, a bow and a few arrows, the ranger sprinted towards them quickly.

He arched back his arm and threw the dagger at the demon's back. It was a perfect shot. The demon let out a pained gasp before heaps of blackened blood sprayed out from the wound. As it fell lifelessly against the hard ice, Aragorn reached for the stranger to yank him away.

"Don't go near!" He warned. "The blood will kill you." The ranger had been warned by others about the posion within the beast's blood. The natives claimed that the only cure was death.