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. "How fast can that thing
move?"
"Faster than us," Flint snorted, glancing backward at their
pursuer. He was horrified to see the creature a scant ten feet
behind, and charging fast! In spite of its bulk, the beast
moved with alarming grace and fluidity, its numerous legs
rippling along its flanks. Then, as Flint watched horrified,
the whiplike tentacles shot out and wrapped around Per-
ian's throat from behind, jerking her to a dead stop.
"Gods!" swore the dwarf, skidding into the cavern wall.
"Let her go, you stinking worm!" Brandishing the rusty
blade, he spun around and stumbled toward the retreating
monstrosity. With one hand he grabbed a fistful of Perian's
jacket and with the other he slashed across the dripping,
rubbery tentacles. Gobs of venom and thick, blue blood
hissed through the air, thrown from the thrashing limb. It
took a third lightning cut by the tarnished knife before the
frawl was released. Flint flung the paralyzed but still con-
scious mountain dwarf over his shoulder and retreated,
moving backward to keep his face toward the beast
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