When treachery did occur, it was most often after an initial "sizing-up" to determine just how powerful the visitors were and what could be gained from their death. Immediate attack, without conversation, was very rare. Usually it meant you had run into villains who were both sophisticated ... and crazy. "I don't know. That is an ambush formation, but maybe the Flenserists will hold it in reserve, and talk first." Hours passed; the sun slid sideways into the north. There was noise from the far side of the fallen star. Crap. They couldn't see anything from here. The hidden troops made no move. The minutes passed ... and they got their first view of the visitor from heaven, or part of him anyway. There were four legs per member, but it walked on its rear legs only. What a clown! Yet ... it used its front paws for holding things. Not once did he see it use a mouth; he doubted if the flat jaws could get a good hold, anyway. Those forepaws were wonderfully agile. A single member could easily use tools. There were plenty of conversation sounds, even though only three members were visible. After a while, they heard the much higher pitched tones of organized thought; God,
复件 (42) air max1, the creature was noisy. At this distance, the sounds were muffled and distorted. Even so, they were like no mind he had ever heard, nor like the confusion noises that some grazers made. "Well?" hissed Jaqueramaphan. "I have been all around the world -- and this creature is not part of it." "Yeah. Well, it reminds me of mantis bugs. You know, about this high --" he opened a mouth about two inches wide. "Great for keeping your garden free of pests ... great little killers." Ugh. Peregrine hadn't thought of the resemblance. Mantises were cute and harmless -- as far as people were concerned. But he knew the females would eat their own mates. Imagine such creatures grown to giant size,
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复件 (43) air max, and possessed of pack mentality. Maybe it was just was well they couldn't go prancing down to say hello. A half hour passed. As the alien brought its cargo to ground,
复件 (65) air max, the Flenser archers moved closer; the infantry packs arranged themselves in assault wings. A flight of arrows arched across the gap between the Flenserists and the alien. One of the alien members went down immediately, and its thoughts quieted. The rest moved out of sight beneath the flying house. The troopers dashed forward, spaced in identity preserving formations; perhaps they meant to take the alien alive. ... But the assault line crumpled, many yards short of the alien: no arrows, no flames -- the troopers just fell. For a moment Peregrine thought the Flenserists might have bit off more than they could chew. Then the second wave ran over the first. Members continued to fall, but they were in killing frenzy now, with only animal discipline left. The assault rolled slowly forward,
复件 (49) air max, the rear climbing over the fallen. Another alien member down.... Strange, he could still hear wisps of the other's thought. In tone and tempo, it sounded the same as before the attack. How could anyone be so composed with total death looming? A combat whistle sounded,
mbt panda sale, and the mob parted. A trooper raced through and sprayed liquid fire. The flying house looked like meat on a griddle, flame and smoke coming up all around it. Wickwrackrum swore to himself. Good-bye alien.
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