<He cannot hear your thoughts,> says the wounded Andalite. <Not unless you direct them at him. Visser Three is directing his at everyone in the vicinity.>
The Visser keeps on talking. <What have we here? A meddling Andalite? Ah, but no ordinary Andalite warrior. Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, if I am not mistaken. An honor to meet you. You're a legend. How many of our fighters have you shredded? Seven, or was it eight by the time the battle ended?>
He goes on. Talking, taunting, assuring Elfangor that all of the other Andalites in this system are dead and that his dome ship has been thoroughly destroyed. He confirms that his plan to enslave all of humanity. He promises to follow this up by invading the Andalite homeworld and enslaving Elfangor's own family. He hopes they'll resist, so that he can hear their minds scream.
Elfangor strikes. His bladed tail catches the Visser in the shoulder. There's blood; he screams. And then there are lights, beam weapons coming from both sets of ships.
And then the Visser morphs.
He becomes a horrible monster, a creature with jaws large enough to snap a human in half.
He eats Elfangor, dropping the Andalite prince into his mouth and crushing him. There is a haunting, final telepathic scream as the alien prince is ripped apart.