Chapter four
The Miglas demand revolutionary vosk-stuxingInstinctive reaction lifted my sword arm. I was ready to s***h through the tendril nearest to me. Then I, Dray Prescot, paused. Sheer blind bloodthirsty passion had almost condemned my new comrade Turko to death. Instinct to action here was useless. If I slashed through this near tentacle, then the other would have nothing holding it and so could spring back with all its hideous power and snap Turko into the barbed coffin of the trap.
Turko’s magnificent body strained. His enormous strength concentrated in resisting the twin pulls. His body was being torn in half, but his training, his discipline, and his muscles fought every inch of the way.
One tendril cut would be followed instantly by the springing of Turko into the trap. The
