Chakax stood still. Other Temple Guard were skilled at remaining unmoving for weeks at a time, but Chakax was better. He could stay so still that he was indistinguishable from a statue, his breathing rate slowing so much that he could not even be said to be properly alive. But he was aware - he was always aware.
Of everything.
His eyes remained still as a faint whining sound echoed inside his brain, the hallmark of the nemesis that had haunted him ever since his arrival - the dreaded perception-avoiding flying insects. They taunted him with their stealth, flitting out of his vision as if he was not the most observant saurus in all of existence!
But he had figured out how to fool the evil creatures. They fed off the blood of living creatures, avoiding their gaze with their maddening capabilities. But if they did not know the creature was living...
They would grow tired of buzzing around, and gradually touch down upon his scaly snout to rest.
A blistering crack echoed out as Chakax moved faster than sound, his gnarled claws hissing through the air in front of his face, clapping cupped hands together. He was rewarded by the faint sensation of a desperate insect bounding against his scaled hands, attempting to get free of its unexpected prison.
He crushed his hands together, squishing the tiny annoyance with a grunt of satisfaction.
Nothing got past him - he was too fast.