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and the pandemonium became a slaughter. Gil had elevated his barrel and was
quartering the air, bringing down the flying creatures huge bats, bloated
birds, nightmare fliers which some of the celebrants had become.
Bey cursed, turned and fled before Andre could reach him, no doubt moved to
do so by the gunfire but perhaps unwilling to face the portly magician in a
physical contest. Mara had resumed her mount and was fleeing, too. Andre cried
out to his old friend to stop, but to no avail. Springbuck and Gabrielle were
back aboard the APC and Gil called out to the wizard to follow. A swollen
thing of gorilla body and pig-snouted face made to slaughter Andre with
scythelike claws before he could regain the track, but Handelman saw, and cut
its legs out from under it, continuing to fire after the magician skirted the
convulsing body and raced on. Andre reached the APC and dogged the hatch
behind him, turning instantly to his sister.
She was sitting up, apparently well and unharmed. She shrugged their helping
hands away.  The infant, she insisted, seizing the Prince s. arm.  Get the
child; we cannot abandon it to them. Springbuck exchanged glances with Andre,
who nodded. The Heir of theKu-Mor-Mai sprang up through the cargo hatch.
The Nine-Mob were men possessed, lashing out with all their strength at the
things gathering for attack. They swiveled smoking weapons here and there as
swarms of bullets found this or that target, paused to decimate it, and moved
on. Torrents of slugs reached out implacably for the creations of the
Infernality whether they groveled, fled or gave battle, as if some cleansing
holocaust sped through the hall. They steered their barrels back and forth as
if the outpouring of death and devastation would never end. They had no
thought but to walk the paths of tracers from one annihilated enemy to the
next. The racket of machine guns and the popping of the grenade launcher
overwhelmed even the screams of fury and wrath ringing through the room.
Gil was destroying an elephantine atrocity that had been bearing down on
them, its features those of a lovely woman. It staggered and collapsed under
the hail of automatic fire. Bar in hand, Springbuck pounded Gil s shoulder and
pointed out the baby wailing alone in the midst of the carnage. The American
was growing sated and wanted only to leave; Woods had started the engine and
they could go at any time. It made no difference; he knew that they couldn t
desert the child there. He traversed his gun to cover.
The Prince launched himself through space, landing by the slab. The infant
was not bound and he reached to take it up. A burst went over his head and he
ducked, peering around for the sergeant s target. An obscene bird-thing lay
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convulsed and dying, brought down in midstoop. He turned, the baby cradled in
his left arm, only to find that a more frightening phantasm had come up behind
him, a grinning, decaying corpse swinging a khopesh.
Gil had fired the last of his ammo belt and was locking and loading another,
unable to help. The corpse closed with the Prince, its blade whistling
savagely. Hampered by his burden, he parried and cut back. Bar flashed eagerly
and severed the grinning head from the spine bone, but slowed his opponent not
at all. Horrified, he fought on, concentrating on the khopesh and the bleached
arm which held it, and these alone. The baby was making it difficult to fight;
he had to keep his torso turned awkwardly to shield it from the dead body s
attack.
Then he heard Gil s voice.  Get down, Springbuck, down! He whirled and threw
himself headlong, losing Bar but protecting the infant by landing on his right
side and arm. He saw the corpse above him, khopesh raised in triumph for the
final stroke, but it dissolved in a shower of bone fragments, rotting meat and
dust as Olivier and Gil scored concurrent hits on it.
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