The Yllys scourge are attacking. It is a wonder the Toten Broni have not come here earlier. The colonists say the Yllys have been attacking them ever since they established the colony, earlier this Annu. At least the simple colonists have decided to make use of their tensi-fence there is a palisade around the entire perimeter, but by the Felsi the Yllys take no more notice to it than a Burgan a small brook.
I have to wonder if they set the fence up if only but for show, a great sign saying: We know you're out there, and we don't want you here. But it does little good, the Yllys simply leap over it with ease and begin to ransack. The Toten Broni do a fine job with their phalanx and begin to pound each Yllys with Tensi-fire from their rifles. But they simply shrug off all but the recoil of the assault with their thick pelts and continue their advance, they have us circled, and completely surrounded. But the colonists, those brave fools are beating at the Yllys with their spades, and shovels, and pitchforks. I think I even see a ceremonial dagger here and there. It seems to have more effect than the tensi-rounds, but for every Yllys we kill we lose at least three colonists.
The Toten Broni seem to have quickened to the new strategy and they have holstered their Tensi-rifles in favor of their swords used only in the hottest of melees. They have better training than the colonists and our small company of Toten Broni begin to rout the Urus accursed Yllys. As each Yllys pounces to attack the phalanx they are hacked or impaled by the short swords. The young Yllys in the cage next to me begins to whimper and howl as its comrades are defeated, and they begin to flee. Leaping over the tensi-fence and running far faster than even our skimmers could, speed away to their lair.
We bury our dead and burn theirs. The flames leap high above into the sky and the captive Yllys howls mournfully, pacing slowly in its cage with a heavy limp in one of its fore legs where our snare broke it. I examine the creature, it is large. As tall as a man on its four legs and twice as long. It is a fearsome sight, even wounded, and imprisoned it frightens me with long rows of deadly sharp fangs and claws as long as my middle finger. Pointed ears and long bushy tail give it an almost slim appearance, and as large as it is, its only a young pup. The elders of their clan are larger by a half and twice as long. It is no wonder to me why they have posed such problem to the colonists. And their bravery must be mentioned in my official report for not abandoning this site all together. I am told that the Yllys can speak our tongue, or communicate with our minds, one of the two, I will have to interrogate it later. But for now we must mourn our dead.
