[The communicator clatters off rock and then lands in the sand with a dulled flop. Something, someone, can be heard scuffing in the sand a moment before, presumably, getting up again and then a flurry of movement.]
- think you're going to -
[Nabooru's voice is cut off into a grunt, the crash that of wood against wood, heavy and thick. A brief struggle and then, hurried -]
- in's fire!
[And then a roar of flames swallows up everything, and someone flees over the sand, their footsteps ringing heavy. Nabooru takes a breath, fumbles for her communcator, and is then heard addressing it, a breathy sigh in her voice.]
Didn't he have a bracelet to stop that happening?