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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. The blow struck
me across the chest and I was knocked backward.
As I scrambled away and drew my feet beneath me to rise, I heard Luke
say, groggily, "Now what's going on?"
"Later," I called, without looking back.
Then, "Hey! You hit me!" he added.
"All in good fun," I answered. "Part of the cure," and I was up and
moving again.
"Oh," I heard him say.
The thing was on its side now and that big limb struck wildly at me,
several times. I avoided it and was able to gauge its range and striking
angle.
Snicker-snack. The limb fell to the ground and I moved in.
I swung three blows which passed all the way through its head from
different angles before I was able to sever it. It kept making clicking
noises, though, and the torso kept pitching and scrabbling about on the
remaining limbs.
I don't know how many times I struck after that. I just kept at it
until the creature was literally diced. Luke had begun shouting "Old!" each
time that I struck. I was perspiring somewhat by then, and I noticed that
heat waves or something seemed to be causing my view of the distant flowers
to ripple in a disturbing fashion. I felt foresighted as all hell,
though-the Vorpal Sword I'd appropriated back in the bar had proved a fine
weapon. I j, swung it through a high arc, which I'd noted seemed to cleanse
it entirely, and then I began folding it back into its original compact
form
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