However stop. It is not necessary to tyre the reader with the description zhestokostej this unique fight. Risen oppressed
always the rights, and to it all is told.
And in memory at. Vani the little has remained rather. It after all is merciful happens, memory human.
Here he runs on the wide, brightly shined corridor. In hands a heavy pole-axe. (Whence how has come into the hands?)
behind it, without lagging behind on a step, Ramkeg rushes and two more tousled spiders rush, they drag with themselves
any toady, the disgusting pimply slug who is continuously throwing up with fear a smelly dung. Someone rushes on Vanju
Any creature - whether a huge scorpion, whether a cancer... Vanja, without stopping, beats backhand a pole-axe - the
creature with a crash breaks, on knees the brown swill is splashed out...
- Where? - Choking, Vanja shouts.
- Here, here! - the slug peeps.
Door. It is locked. Blow by a pole-axe. Once again, once again... The Door disappears. In the person - a wild acid stench,
from which tear jump out from eyes. Here it, a den of the Great Octopus. Ah, late... Fat worms the feelers covered with
greedy yawning suckers and horn krjuchjami writhe on a carpet.
To death frightened blue-violet slave a shivering hand shows...
The great Octopus, rather business carrier of reason and extremely rich bastard, has committed suicide - obkusil to itself all
feelers and was drowned in a toilet bowl. Vanja looks at the fat jellylike hulk, spits and lowers water.
All over with the Great Octopus.
- Vanja, here! - hisses behind the back of Ramkeg.
Vanja turns around. Fighters-spiders have tightly clamped in a corner of the compatriot, a fat spider in dvenadtsatilinzovyh
points in a gold frame.
- The kreg-murderer, - shortly informs Ramkeg.
Iskusnik Kreg corrects points and addresses to Vane.
- I ask to protect me from an arbitrariness of these vulgar persons, - with advantage he says. - I can, I very much can, I am
invaluable, I the scientist and the inventor. I can be useful to any race and any power. My brain is storehouse of set of
secrets about the nature and spirit, I am suitable for service of any civilisation! Ramkeg passionlessly looks at Vanju.
- What? - Suppressing furiousness, tells Vanja. - That you look at me, Ramkeg? Finish this reptile, do not play the fool! To
much, oh to much Vanja in some minutes of expedition to an underworld has learnt.
Three pairs poisonous claws plunge at once into a bald back of Iskusnika Krega. Short squeal... All. There is more inventor
of the counteractor, cars on brains of carriers of reason and still no many other meanness. The traitor of a native planet, the
originator of painful destruction miriad compatriots, the mean toady of the mean dictator has shamefully died. And yes there
will be this disgraceful death edification to all reasonable beings in the huge and various world! And still remembers Vanja.
They stand on the top ledge of the Citadel. Every which way laser guns and rockets on gun carriages stupidly and
senselessly stick out, roll near them chopped up and bitten bogomoly, at a wall were built, having lifted up corners shaggy
paws, the tired and shabby winners. The corpse of Two-headed Jula covered with a white silk coverlet there and then lies.
And over a head in the grey-green sky wrong whitish stains creep - companions Spajdy, fragments collapsed there is huge
moon. And below, eyes, brown moving plain, thousand thousand the spiders who have converged to the Citadel how much
The leader of Makomber rejects the soiled sword and a shivering palm wipes a forehead.