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exploded as the antimatter bombs in his stuffed pouches went off in a gigantic explosion. The remains of<br />
the glide-car slid under the plates of the still advancing Flow Slow.<br />
A dazed Taker wiggled out from under her dead Swift, ordered a warrior off his mount, and was pulling<br />
out a new whip-sword from her weapons pouch when Attila arrived.<br />
"Only a miracle can save us now," said Crust-Crawler.<br />
Suddenly a cry of anguish arose from the advancing army. The cry was repeated by some of the friendly<br />
clan warriors nearby.<br />
"Attila and his warriors are pulling in their eye-balls," Dented-Shield observed in bewilderment.<br />
"It's too bright!" Letter-Reader shouted, pulling in three of his eyes.<br />
"What's too bright?" asked Crust-Crawler.<br />
"It's an ultra-red beacon from the center of the Eyes of Bright. It makes my pink eyes ache."<br />
"The humans have turned on their laser!" Crust-Crawler exclaimed.<br />
"Most of the Horde have only a few eyes up," said Dented-Shield. "They are having trouble controlling<br />
their riding-Swifts."<br />
The Taker pulled in her speckled eyes and looked out with her two common eyes. She had to sweep<br />
them back and forth to find out what was going on around her.<br />
"Stop that light!!!" Attila roared, all of his eyes under their flaps. He had been proud that none of his eyes<br />
were common, though it meant that he could never read the small writing on a scroll.<br />
Both the Taker's and Attila's riding Swifts were struck by slicer-gliders and stopped to tend their<br />
wounds. The ultra-red light glared on.<br />
"These stupid Swifts are useless," Attila shouted. He drew his three limber-swords and slid down the<br />
back of his Swift, the flickering swords protecting his flanks from unseen enemies as he tried to peer out<br />
from under his eyeflaps at the glaring hostileness. The Taker slid down to stand beside her leader.<br />
A screaming shriek passed by one side of them, then another seemed to pass under them. It was only<br />
after the tiny missile with the supersharp vertical blades had passed that the Taker realized her tread was<br />
slippery and the muscles didn't work well anymore. Attila screamed again and leaned his small muscular<br />
body against hers as he tried to lift his tread from the torture of another slicer-glider.<br />
The riding-Swifts were easy to kill, Crust-Crawler recalled later. Without their riders to protect them,<br />
they were easy targets for a positron beam. The speckled warriors were tougher, even though they were<br />
mostly blind; for once on the crust, they could sense an enemy coming through their tread and most of<br />
them had one or more common eyes to see with. Attila, however, had none.<br />
The battle grew old, but the ultra-red light from above glared on and on.<br />
"Will it never end!" shouted Attila, his limber-swords flickering about him in an interwoven shield. The<br />
Taker had moved away from him to avoid the blades.