Damas saw Jak fall, Metalhead still gnawing on his insides. With a scream of outrage Daxter, little Daxter being only two feet tall grabbed Damas's and shot. The Metalhead spasmed, twitched once, then went still. Jak lay still as well.

"That little sonofa-mother-freakin!!!" Daxter screamed ever curse he knew, and fell to his knees. "How dare they?! They killed him! They killed Jak! I oughta, I-I, UGH!" Daxter collapsed near his fallen friend's head.

Damas stood frozen. Jak had died for him. He was a hero. Everything seemed to spin out of control for Damas. Daxter's voice brought him back to Earth.

"Damas! He's still breathing! Barely, but he's breathing!" Daxter's words sent hope through Damas.

"Come," Damas said. "We must find shelter." Damas did not add that a storm was coming. The ottsel did not need that fear on his shoulders…