Wow, I'm wipin' out this story faster than... I did before.
Part Eighteen:
Suddenly the music of the bells stopped and Amos snapped back into reality. The fourth room was no break from the orange-brown rocks that the entire realm of Scrabania seemed to be made of. He watched as the vicious bats flew erratically farther down the passage. He would have to be quick to get past those carnivores.
Running towards the bats, Amos jumped over the large crevice in the ground below where they were flying. Just as he landed he glimpsed a large scrab on a ledge above him. He recalled an old Elderling proverb, “Wise mudokons look before taking the leap” as the scrab jumped down to great him. Wicked beak open, the creature shrieked and lunged towards Amos. Amos ducked and reached for something to fend of the beast. His groping hand found something and he swung in desperation. The Scrab let out a min jarring howl and took a step back. Blood and intestines dripped from the deep laceration on its stomach. Amos leapt to his feet scrambled onto the ledge the animal had been standing on, dropping the bloody rock shard as he went. That had been way to close. He would have to be more cautious from now on.
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