The idol raked in vain at the flames of its bowl, spilling a gout of them over the edge to strike a lizard warrior across the back and leave it convulsed and screaming.Īs it fell, shuddering, Jallana made swift work of the other two-and slashed open the throat of the burning third out of sheer mercy.īy then Lockilgar was shouting a warning to her, as the second gem tumbled toward waiting flames. The cracks in the fire-amber stone beneath his boots were larger, and groaning a thousand small gratings as the Great Idol moved. Ducking low, he ran across the nape of the neck to reach the other ear. Lockilgar gave her a wave and a grin, and swung around the back of the sculpted head. Tarlastra was standing behind her, gazing up at him with her hands raised, as if ready to hurl a spell-the moment she decided what magic was needed. Beyond it, the Most Heroic of Halflings caught sight of Jallana calmly whirling two ringing swords in her hands, holding three axe-swinging lizardfolk at bay. The hand that had been reaching for him stopped and started to descend with urgent speed, heading for the flaming bowl. The Great Idol trembled under Lockilgar the Fearless, and as he blinked again in dawning delight, a webwork of cracks appeared in the ear he was clinging to, the head it adorned, and the great body below. Where it landed with a crash, caught fire in a flaring of angry flame-and what sort of gem did that?-and in a blinking instant was gone. It was the work of but a moment to kick the gem completely loose, and then backswing to the ear and cling there, watching it tumble.ĭown, down into the flickering flames below. This was no nut-tree, but the blade went in readily enough, thrusting the great gem-Godsfire, ’twas big as his chest!-up and out, toppling toward him before the great reaching fingers were even near. When he felt the idol start to turn its head and lift its hand to sweep him away, Lockilgar swung from ear to stony cheek, his chisel-knife gleaming in his hand.
The halfling sprang across the sudden cleft from its forearm to its bicep-if living stone idols had biceps-and thence to a broad, massive shoulder. It rose and bent at the elbow, as broad as many a street he’d strolled. Lockilgar leaped, and ran right up the Great Idol’s rising stone arm.
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