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Chapter 28

I do my best to cover my ears as a blood-curdling howl pierces the night silence, making everyone flinch violently and look around in search for whatever made it. I turn my eyes to the sky, and see a dark bat-winged shadow descending rapidly from high above.

It takes me a few seconds to realise it’s just a Flying Scrab. But with any luck it will disrupt things long enough for me and Zevenk to escape (I don’t give a damn about Blege or Creck; they can both be killed and eaten for all I care).

As the others see the creature they immediately aim their guns and fire, adding even more noise to previously dead night. A Slig pushes me out of the way and I find myself behind the group. All of their backs are facing me as they shoot madly at the Scrab, their prisoners completely forgotten.

Zevenk shuffles towards me and comes to a stop at my side. “Now’s our chance to escape,” he hisses. “But we need to get Creck. Where is he?”

"Screw Creck,” I reply. “I don’t know where he’s gone, neither do I care. He’s no better than Blege and we should leave him.” Zevenk nods silently and we both turn to the trees, intent on getting away.

The Flying Scab seems unharmed, having dodged all of the bullets. It now swerves to the side and folds its wings against its body, diving towards the ground at a frightening speed. It pulls up sharply just before it hits the earth and lands in front of us with a dull THUD. We both stop in our tracks, retreating before it has the chance to impale us on its beak.

And that’s when I see it clearly. This Scrab…this thing…it has arms? Cybernetic arms that resemble the technology used in our mechanical legs seem to sprout from its sides, the six-fingered hands ending in sharp metallic claws. The creature also has armour attached to its neck and back, protecting it from attacks.

Zevenk and I share a worried glance as we consider this thing’s origin. Those Vykkers must be dabbling in cybernetic experiments or something, I decide. I don’t have time to voice my thoughts as the Scrab charges forwards and more gunshots sound from behind. We both throw ourselves to the floor in confusion, not wanting to be hit, and I’m relieved to see the Scrab rush past us and at the attacking Sligs.

What follows is a confused frenzy of shrieks, howls, yells and gunfire. The Scrab runs into one Slig, yanking him out of his legs and snapping him in half. It quickly discards the limp body and attacks another, this time plunging its claws into his chest and tearing out half of his internal organs. Blood pours to the ground as the Scrab rips its claws left and right through soft Slig flesh. Several bullets pierce the thing’s own body – one in its shoulder, three in its chest and another two in its front legs. It completely ignores the wounds as it continues with the slaughter.

Bodies begin to pile up and before long only a few Sligs are left. I see Blege trying to escape the massacre. The Scrab spots him and leaps into the air, extends its wings and swoops over him. I watch as he is carried struggling into the sky, where the Scrab proceeds to crush his head in its mouth while clawing and tearing at his torso. Blood drips from Blege’s mutilated body as the Scrab hovers and feasts on his flesh.

A bullet grazes the Scrab’s wing, forcing it to drop the dead Slig and return to the fight. By now Both Zevenk and I have returned to our feet and are backing away, trying not to attract any attention from the Sligs or the Scrab. I see Creck get his head ripped of and I suppress a smile.

We reach the tree line and I pull my gaze away from the fight. We turn tail and run.