CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The behemoth was grey and brown, hairy and terrifying. Its first act was to slam its two front legs into the smith’s back, which sent Thomas flying headfirst into a low ceiling above where the passageway leading to the pit began. Thomas was out cold the minute his head hit the stone ceiling. The eight-legged monster left no time to attend to the smith. Its six gigantic eyes reflecting back their torchlight, the spider lunged at Siegfried, the closest companion. Paralyzed with fear, Siegfried, Haley, and Jeffrey stood helplessly as the action unfolded. Unfortunately for the spider, an enraged Sully acted quicker. His father had called it the Berserker’s Rage. Of course, military designations or the warnings of one’s sire in the heat of battle meant nothing, especially to
