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Instantly it whirled, but the two dwarves, working
smoothly, turned in the same direction, just avoiding those
paralyzing tendrils.
"Push!" grunted Perian, and they shoved the spear deep
into the monster's vile insides. Blue pus oozed from the
wound, coating the meat that backed up along the shaft as
the spear drove deeper and deeper into the monster.
The carrion crawler shivered and twitched, flopping to
the ground as its legs collapsed. Its struggles grew weaker as
Perian and Flint twisted and probed with the weapon, try-
ing to strike a vital organ. Finally, with one last spasm, it
ceased to move.
All around them lay gully dwarves paralyzed by the car-
rion crawler or stunned by their launch from an Agharpult.
Flint was covered by scrapes and bruises from his fight with
Pitrick, and by meat juices from the cooking spear. Perian's
hands and robe were splotched red with Pitrick's blood. Ex-
hausted, they stared at each other for a long moment.
"I was scared... when Pitrick grabbed you, I was scared
he'd take you away, and I wouldn't be able to stop him."
Flint glanced at the ground, then looked back into Perian's
face
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