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The tyrannosaurs turned in unison and bellowed at Thorne's Jeep. They abandoned the trailer and charged. Thorne threw the jeep into reverse and was backing away frantically before he realized the animals were not coming toward him. Instead they were running diagonally across the clearing toward a tree near Thorne. Beneath the tree they paused their heads turned upward. Thorne doused his lights and waited. Now he saw the animals only.
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Man grinned conspiratorially at Brutha put his finger to his lips and then without warning launched himself at him with violent intent. Brutha rolled across the cobbles and raised his hands frantically as he saw the gleam of metal. One filthy hand clamped against his mouth. A knifeblade made a dramatic and very final silhouette against the light- "No! " "Why not? We said the first thing we'll do we'll kill all the priests!" "Not that one!" Brutha dared to swivel his eyes sideways. Although the second figure rising from the hole was also wearing a filthy robe there was no mistaking the paintbrush hairstyle. He tried to say "Urn?" "Shut up you " said the other man pressing the knife to his throat. "Brutha?" said Urn. "You're alive?" Brutha moved his eyes from his captor to Urn in a way which he hoped would indicate that it was too soon to make any commitment on this point. "He's all right " said Urn. .
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