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.Then she realized that it wasn't howling in pain."It's laughing at us!" she cried out.It turned toward her then, its lipless grin nearly splitting its fleshless face.The fiend took two slow steps toward her, and then Belmer flashed toward it, sword arm straight as a lance, lunging for the thing's chest.The little man flew straight through the fiend.Despite his surprise, he recovered with a graceful roll that left him crouched and facing the opposite direction.It had simply vanished, leaving only its fiery corona and a stench of sulfur.The Sharkers needed no order to regroup, backs to center, swords out and up.Sharessa was last to join them, hindered by her injured ankle.The last living sailor joined them, his face grim with the acceptance of his fate.Sharessa knew how he must feel."So much for our advantage," grumbled Anvil."Now we're back where we started.""No," said Belmer."It's hurt, worse than before.If we're lucky, it's angry.""If we're lucky?" said Rings, incredulous.Ingrar's scream was a bolt of lightning, galvanizing them all.Anvil was moving even before Belmer.They rushed toward the sound.The fiend had Belgin by the throat, pressing the round-faced gambler into a tree.At the monster's feet curled Ingrar, seemingly uninjured, but paralyzed with terror.The fiend dropped Belgin as soon as they approached.It had used them as itsown lure.Now it turned toward Belmer.It wanted revenge.Belmer rushed toward the fiend, feinting at the last moment.This time the fiend wasn't surprised, and it sidestepped in the other direction, wagging its long finger at Belmer in a mockery of human admonishment.The slender man attacked again, this time in earnest.The fiend hopped backward and landed in a low, four-limbed stance, crawling sideways like the scorpion it resembled."Surround it," snapped Sharessa.She lagged behind the others but kept coming."Help him!"Rings, Anvil, and the sailor spread out.Only Rings still had a torch, and he waved it to attract the fiend's notice."Here, you great stinking spider!" he called.The fiend grinned and turned toward the dwarf.Belmer lunged, but the fiend had faked its distraction.It deflected Belmer's thrust with one arm.Brindra's sword cut a deep line into the gray flesh, but the fiend's other hand was a blur, clamping down on Belmer's wrist.The swordsman snapped a punch at the fiend's chin, but the monster only smiled.Then it clutched Belmer's arm in both hands and twisted."Ah!" Belmer didn't quite scream, but his eyes opened wide in the pain.The sword fell from his hands, and the fiend stepped on it.Then it lifted the squirming Belmer up toward its face, jaws wide.Anvil and the sailor hit the fiend's legs together.They tumbled together, grasping and punching ineffectually, trying to wrestle with the thing.The fiend rose in the struggling mass, lifting Belmer by his arm.It threw him to the ground with bone-crunching force, reaching down to peel its attackers from its legs.Rings rolled away nimbly, but the monster's long fingers found the sailor.Sharessa looked for Brindra's sword.She saw where it had fallen, but Rings's torch was moving, shaking the shadows.She went down on all fours to crawl, hoping the thing wouldn't see her before she reached the weapon.Rings waved his torch like a flag, trying to distract the fiend from its prey.The captured sailor turned toward the dwarf, shaking his head to warn him away.Then the big tail swept out, more powerful than a loose boom in a storm.Sharessa heard the solid blow and saw her friend fall limp as an empty sack.His torch sputtered on the wet ground and died beside him.She heard her own gasp and stopped.The fiend hesitated, too, looking around slowly.Its face looked even more like a skull where it stood bathed in a shaft of moonlight.Its eyes moved toward where she crept in the darkness.Then the sailor spat a curse as foul as the fiend's breath and lashed out in futile struggle."Go ahead, you bastard! Do it! Do it!"The man was brave.Sharessa saw his fingers seek the fiend's throat, even as the monster's claws scrabbled across his stubbly face.Then the curved claws found the man's eyes and thrust deeply.There wasn't enough time for a scream, only the fiend's howling laughter.Sharessa scrambled for the sword, abandoning silence.All she could think about was the fiend's hot breath in her own face, its claws scratching upon her skin before tearing in and breaking her open.She grabbed at the ground, her hands feeling stones and soil and branches.She heard the frantic drum of her heart, the rush of blood throbbing in her ears.Her hands kept moving, rocks scraping her fingers, vines entangling them.Then she felt alight touch upon her shoulder.She smelled decaying flesh and brimstone.But she also felt Brindra's sword beneath her knee.Sharessa turned slowly and smoothly, her back upon the ground.The fiend straddled her, one hand on either side
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