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. One down, thought Flint.
Turning back to the action, Flint saw several Aghar run
blindly into the beast, only to be struck and paralyzed by
the flailing tentacles. The small forms tumbled to the
ground, but thankfully the beast didn't stop to feed on them
immediately. Flint hoped it wouldn't get a second chance
later on.
But how could they stop it? He sprinted after Perian, see-
ing her reach the footbridge and start across with Nomscul
at her heels. The roasting fork in his hand was a pathetic
weapon, but anything was better than his bare hands
against the huge, segmented monster.
More Aghar fell before the beast, and it crawled over the
motionless forms, intent on the great mass of prey before it.
Almost gleefully, it surged upward, stretching its bloated
body a dozen feet in the air, still lashing with its tentacles.
Suddenly Perian stopped on the bridge and screamed.
Nomscul, right behind the queen, ran into her and fell back-
ward onto the approach to the bridge. Flint saw the hid-
eous, hunchbacked figure of Pitrick soaring through the air
over her head. The derro was flying straight for Perian!
Raising the long fork, undaunted by the incongruity of
the gesture, Flint sprang toward the narrow footbridge
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