It was so hot. Fire, the sulfur stink of brimstone and singed feathers; Komali fled the howling cackle of Ridley, thinking it was the enraged roars of his own god, Valoo. The echoes of the caverns that were the backdrop to both the volcanic inferno and Samus' battle echoed the sounds of battle back and forth confusingly, and so it wasn't until he stumbled upon Ridley himself that Komali realized to his horror that he'd been fleeing the wrong direction all along.

Looking up at Ridley's lofted wings from behind, the child was neither experienced nor clever enough to realize why shrieking in terrified surprise was a poor choice. He wasn't quick enough to escape that spindled, looming claw and so was snatched up, and dangled over the hunter's head like a dog being taunted with a treat.