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By this time, I was not in good shape at all. Now, in addition to the bullets in my side, I had an arm that wouldn’t work and a half-finger. On the other hand, I had what was more important than either of those things, and that would be my life. If I didn’t do something about them, though, I would have it shortened. I webbed up my arm with what was left of my web, and now it did hurt, excruciatingly. I couldn’t reach my finger, though. It would have to heal by itself.
What had happened, I decided, was that I had summoned the shred power, despite the fact that I had never done such a thing before. The scrabs gather their own special kind of spooce and use it to make themselves very, very fast. How I had done it, I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to bank on the hope it would happen again.
I fed the chicks and myself, then took some more meat from the huge corpse in the room. I still couldn’t believe I had brought the colossal monstrosity down. But I had, and it restocked my food supplies with just a part of its body. The legs, precisely.
I headed on out, to the sligs that no doubt knew I was there.

When I entered the hub, I entered once again behind a rock. Useful things, they were. Above it, I could see the flints that arched over the entrance to the centre of the temple. Once again, I had to distract the sligs, and couldn’t use the same tricks twice.

Greg, the guard slig, was absolutely miserable. He believed they were all going to be killed in this temple. They had sent a scout force into the centre, but no one had come back yet. Plus, it was only a matter of time until the thing, what the soldiers had dubbed The Slayer, came back and went into the centre itself. He wondered how smart it was, and decided that it was very smart, because he had suspected it had snuck past them not one, but three times. Now, Greg regarded his brothers with a certain respect and understanding, but he knew they were all as thick as two short planks. Nevertheless, they were smarter than animals. If that thing was just an animal, it may have got by twice, but not more. Therefore, he decided it was quite possible that the thing had an IQ larger than the average in the room.
What he wanted more that anything was to get the hell out of there. He was prevented from doing so by the fact that if he deserted, both the Natives and the Magog Cartel would shoot him on sight. So, he hoped for a miracle.
Ed, one of the dumber sligs, said, “Do you think Shorty and Hairy will be back from the centre-“
“Shuttup!” Exclaimed Shawn.

I heard what that slig said about “Shorty and Hairy” and decided that they must have gone through the centre and not come back. So, I decided simply to make a break for it. The slogs might follow me, and the sligs might hit me, but I decided it was the best chance I had. So, I ran.

Half of the Sligs were watching the centre, and the other half were watching the various entrances. They all had their backs to someone else so that they couldn’t be flanked. Their nerves were shot, and they were panicky and dangerous. So, when The Slayer ran to the centre, he was followed by bullets, but Sligs aren’t known for accuracy. Then he was followed by the snarling, drooling slogs, then by the sounds of panicky Scrabs and Sligs. But due to the placements of the rocks, the only doorway not guarded was the entrance, and only the slogs got around that. They didn’t come back.
Greg murmured “Oh ****, we’re all gonna die…”, showing that even people like Greg swear when under that kind of pressure.