“Ayeeee!” Sheer defiance, not only of the beast he fronted, but of the Wyverns as well, brought that old rallying cry to his lips—the call used on the Dumps of Tyr to summon g**g aid against outsiders. Fork-tail had crouched again for a spring, but that throat-crackling blast appeared to startle it.
Shann, blade ready, took a dancing step to the right. The thing was scaled, perhaps as well armored against frontal attack as was the shell-creature he had fought with the aid of the wolverines. He wished he had the Terran animals now—with Taggi and his mate to tease and feint about the monster, as they had done with the Throg hound—for he would have a better chance. If only the animals were here!
Those eyes—red-pitted eyes in a gargoyle head following his every movement—perhaps those were th
