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. All the while,
the stench grew stronger and the noise louder.
"Look for big rocks, maybe we can drive it off," advised
Flint frantically, releasing his grip on the root to grope
across the ledge and wall. Moments later he had a small pile
of fist-sized stones at his feet. "It's not much, but we might
slow it down. Aim for its eyes. And whatever you do, don't
let those tentacles touch your skin."
"What happens if they do?" whispered Perian, staring at
the bobbing head.
"Its venom will paralyze you so it can dine at leisure later.
Be careful!"
Flint hefted a pair of rocks. Holding them in one hand, he
pried Perian's right hand from the tree root with his other
and forced a rock into it. "When I say, give it a taste of
stone!"
The feel of the rock in her hand gave Perian something to
focus on. She hefted it, turned it over in her palm. A good
shot from this could split a steel helmet, the frawl thought.
She turned back to the pit, the rock poised above her head.
At that moment the carrion crawler burst into view from
behind a twist in the tunnel, its tentacles flashing and writh-
ing toward the ledge
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