Edge of Destiny

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Authors: J. Robert King
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy, Media Tie-In, Epic
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devourers swelled out of the darkness.
    The man and the charr traded annoyed looks and launched into battle.
    Logan brought his hammer down on the back of a devourer—except that the beast shied back, and the hammer rooted in the ground. Logan dropped it and pivoted to run, but the devourer surged up to trip him. Pincers grabbed his ankles and pitched him backward. Logan landed on the scorpion, back-to-back, his hands reaching up to catch the twin stingers before they could sink into his stomach. Gobs of venom slid down his arms as the muscular tails struggled to break his grip. The venom made his hands slick, and he was losing hold.
    “Weak points,” said a voice, and Logan looked up between the tails to see the smiling sylvari. She kicked her heel into the divergence of the spines. The tails slumped. Caithe leaned over Logan and jabbed between his legs to stab the scorpion’s brain. Smiling grimly, she helped Logan to his feet. “Try it my way.”
    With his hammer mired beneath a dead devourer, he had little choice. As another giant scorpion approached, Logan lifted his arms and spread his legs as Caithe had done. When the tails struck, he reared his hands back, caught hold of the tails, and rode them up to the weak point. A solid stomp wilted the stingers, and another crushed the brain of the beast.
    Caithe had already finished off half a dozen the same way—and Rytlock had burned two others to sooty husks. The last three devourers surrounded the charr, though.
    “Let’s give him a hand,” Caithe said.
    Logan dragged his hammer free and rushed to aid his onetime foe. He pounded the spine of one devourer, crushing it and wilting the deadly tails. Caithe meanwhile plunged her dagger into the back of another.
    But the final scorpion bounded at the charr, grabbing his legs and knocking him to the ground.
    Rytlock rammed his sword into a joint in the carapace. The scorpion’s eyes grew fire-bright, then cloudy white, then cracked like hard-boiled eggs. Smoke oozed from the shell in a hundred places.
    “Smells like thundershrimp,” Logan said.
    “Never had it,” Rytlock snorted, crawling on his elbows out of the grip of the thing’s dead pincers. Next moment, the creature burst into flame. Rising to his feet, Rytlock heaved a satisfied sigh. “Well, that’s three for me. How many for you, Logan?”
    Reluctantly the man said, “Two. But one was yours. You owe me.”
    “Stop it.”
    “I killed seven,” Caithe said. She went among the devourer bodies, slicing off the tails. When she finished, she cut off the stingers and leaned the tails against the pyre to cook. Kneeling, she dug a hole and positioned a stinger in it, point up.
    “What are you doing?” Logan asked.
    “Burying their stingers.”
    “Why?”
    “The ogres won’t be able to run as well on stung feet.” She nodded to the two warriors. “Well, lend a hand.”
    The man and the charr bent, digging as well. In a few minutes, the three had set their devourer-tail traps. Caithe smiled dazzlingly. “We need to go. I can hear them.”
    “Hear who?”
    “The ogres.” She cupped a hand to her ear. The man and the charr listened. Beyond the crackle of sizzling fat and the chorus of distant locusts came the thunder of boots on ground. Occasionally, a cackle or yip announced that hyenas ran with the party. Then a deep-bellied horn sounded. “That would be Chief Kronon and his hunters.”
    “How does he know about the chiefling?” Logan wondered.
    “He doesn’t—yet. Let’s go.” Caithe snatched up one of the roasted scorpion tails, peeled off the charred scales, and took a bite of the white flesh within. “They’re delicious, but don’t eat the venom glands.” She set off at a light-footed run from the canyon.
    The man and the charr watched as she disappeared into the darkness. Rytlock growled, “Why should we trust her?”
    Logan shot him a disbelieving look. “Why should I trust you?” He snatched up his own scorpion tail and jogged

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