Frank and Sadie fired together. The nauseating head jerked back, then flicked forward on a scaly body equipped with a score of yardlong legs. The thing embraced the girl lovingly. Taloned feet clawed at her armor. A spiked tail wrapped about her in coil after slow coil.
“Gobble,” moaned the scamour, showing its teeth in a wide smile before they sought the girl’s throat.
Frank sprang forward, swinging his machete with both hands.
“Beg to state,” hissed Schmidzu, “laws of Wildoatia forbid aid to another. Regret I must report this.”
“Report and be damned,” snarled Frank. Green ichor spurted under his blows but the creature seemed not to notice. Sadie was frantically squeezing the monster’s throat to no avail. It forced its triangular snout forward, inch by inch.
Bracing himself with feet
