"What's that in the bottom of my garden?" he asked. "You certainly give the babies pleasant playmates." Jason turned and realized he was talking to the air, the instructor was gone. He shrugged and petted the scaly monstrosity.
"Horndevil," the impersonal voice said from midair. "Clothing and shoes no protection. Kill it."
A sharp c***k shattered the silence as Jason's g*n went off. The horndevil fell on its side, keyed to react to the blank charge.
"Well ... I am learning," Jason said, and the thought pleased him. The words kill it had been used by Brucco while teaching him to use the g*n. Their stimulus had reached an unconscious level. He was aware of wanting to shoot only after he had heard the shot. His respect for Pyrran training techniques went up.
Jason spent a thoroughly unple
