The Lady of Shalott

shadow crossed over him, towering above by a good meter and a half. Lukespun around and suddenly it seemed as if the terrain itself had come to life. A greatwhite-furred bulk, perfectly camouflaged against the sprawling mounds of snow,rushed savagely at him. "Son of a jumpin'…" Luke's hand blaster never cleared its holster. The huge claw of the Wampa IceCreature struck him hard and flat against his face, knocking him off the Tauntaun andinto the freezing snow. Unconsciousness came swiftly to Luke, so swiftly that he never even heard thepitiful screams of the Tauntaun nor the abrupt silence following the sound of asnapping neck. And he never felt his own ankle savagely gripped by his giant, hairyattacker, or felt his body dragged like a lifeless doll across the snow-covered plain. Black smoke was still rising from the depression in the hillside where theair-borne thing had fallen. The smoky clouds had thinned considerably since theobject had crashed to the ground and formed a smoldering crater, the dark fumesbeing dispersed over the plains by the icy Hoth winds.