Watching the scene unfold was like standing in a dream and being unable to affect anything. Nausea overcame her as she rushed forwards to try and stop him, instinct kicking in and wanting to saving the others from the same fate. There was no forethought or plan in her mind, as soon as she moved the Jaffa picked up the staff weapons from their sentinel positions though and Vala helplessly dropped to her knees after only a few steps.

Bile in her throat rose and whether it was the heat or the fact her stomach wasn't used to the food, or the hideous display before her, Vala felt her stomach kick. The contents of her stomach were too much to keep down and try as she did to suppress it, the third wretch saw her splatter the ground with vomit.