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.Had he been alone, that would have been the end of him, but even as one of the beasts lunged toward his leg, Hesseth met it head-on with a knife thrust that cut it open along the side of its neck, from the bottom of its jaw to the artery that coursed deep inside its flesh.Red blood spurted out onto the tree and the ground and the two of them, staining everything crimson.While Hesseth defended him against the next assailant, Damien struggled to his feet, and then his sword was drawn and he was cutting, thrusting, doing everything he could to keep the pack from completing their crossing.Sometimes one would get past him and Hesseth would have to bring it down, and once he heard her yowl shortly in pain as long claws raked her arm.“The tree!” he yelled out.Hoping she understood.He looked desperately at the line of animals working their way across the bridge and saw a gap between two of them that was wider than most.Two animals down.He skewered the next that gained the ledge, and left its struggling, bloody form for Hesseth to dispatch.He thanked God for the length of his sword as he struck again, and for the advantage it gave him.He swung, and a black scaled body went hurtling down into the depths, screaming as it fell.And then there was the gap in the rush of scaled bodies.Not much of one, but he knew in his gut that he wasn’t going to get a better chance than this and so he took it.Throwing all his weight against the trunk he tried to dislodge it from its position on the ledge, trusting that Hesseth would see what he was doing and get the hell out of the way.For a moment there was extra weight as the rakh-woman scrambled over to his side, and then her strength was added to his and the trunk began to move, ever so slowly at first and then sliding along the hard black rock, farther and farther—Pain stabbed suddenly into his shoulder and the weight of a large, hot animal slammed him sideways.The leading beast had dared a leap across the abyss and now it was on him, its sharp teeth swinging around mere inches from his throat.He couldn’t bring his sword around in time but rammed its pommel into the black-scaled head again and again, trying to force it back.Hot, sour breath blasted him in the face as the animal struggled for access to his throat, where a single bite might dispatch him.As he fought, he prayed—not for himself, but for Hesseth.Prayed that she could push the tree over the edge by herself before the rest of the animals came across.Because if she couldn’t, they were doomed.That simple.No single warrior, no matter how skilled, could fight off such an invasion.Claws raked his stomach as he slammed the sword’s pommel into the creature’s eye, and for a moment he feared that the beast would eviscerate him; then the animal spasmed and he threw it off and managed to rise up despite his wounds.A quick slash through its neck satisfied him that the beast would be no more trouble, and though his stomach was cut badly and his clothes were splattered with blood, there were no vital pieces falling out of him and all his muscles worked, which was good enough for now.Hesseth had managed to push the tree far enough that the bulk of it was now over the chasm, and she was struggling to get the topmost part over the edge so that the whole of it would fall.The child was beside her, gamely adding her pittance of strength to the effort, and rainbow sparks glittered about both their hands as the tidal fae manifested additional force.But though the tree was moving, there was now additional danger, for the sharp angle at which it now bridged the chasm permitted the leading animals to leap directly across to Hesseth.He got there just in time.His sword stroke was desperate, undisciplined, but the sheer force of it knocked the creature off course and sent him slamming down into the chasm wall.There was a brief pause then, which Damien used to take up a better position beside Hesseth.Only seconds more and then the bridge would be gone, and all three of them would be safe.It happened quickly.An animal leapt straight at him, forcing him to bring up his sword between them in order to defend himself.The beast impaled itself, but sheer velocity carried it forward, and the dead weight of its flesh slammed into him with stunning force.He was thrown back against the earth with a suddenness that drove the breath from his body, and his head banged the rock so hard that for a minute his vision deserted him, and all he could see were brilliant white stars in an endless sea of blackness.Then there were figures, hazy and indistinct, and he focused on them as he tried to struggle to his feet
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