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He glanced around and saw that they were in a cul-de-
sac. He could not see how far that cavern extended, but it
was the only direction out.
"Quick, we need a weapon of some sort," Flint shouted to
the prone frawl. "Don't you have a knife - some weapon?"
he gasped.
"I did," she said in a small voice. "But I dropped it."
"You dropped it?" he groaned in disbelief.
"It must have slipped out as I was falling down the chute,"
she retorted defensively, struggling to her feet.
"Maybe we can find it down here, or anything else. We
haven't got much -" Flint's gaze shot up to the wall where
the carrion crawler should have been, but the monster had
already turned around and was moving toward them
"- time! Come on!" He grabbed Perian by the wrist and
jerked her into motion.
Scanning the floor as they ran, Flint's eye caught the glint
of metal among the rocks and scattered bones littering the
carrion crawler's lair. With a kick he churned up a rusty but
still solid blade about ten inches long. With his free hand, he
snatched it on the run.
"It's gaining!" shrieked Perian
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