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Red Nail · #16 (**permalink**) 06-13-2008

Crugeon’s gambit worked out about as well as the Master General had hoped. The flash caught Gray Scale by surprise. Normally his enemies didn’t think to try and disable his senses as there were so many to disable. Four of Gray’s heads were staring right at the ball as it exploded into blinding brilliance; the other two Gray managed to turn away in time to avoid being dazed.

Through four blindly snapping jaws the elf passed and delivered his blow. The sword skipped along some of Gray Scales hide before finding purchase in his side. The cut was painful of course, but ray kept his wits and attempted to slap at his opponent while Crugeon was still airborne with his split tail.

While he had sat in the bog healing, he’d caught the familiar smell of his crown close to the battle field. Gray didn’t dare call on her aid and undo centuries of work with a single rash act. Instead he decided that she would be the perfect “hostage.” Gray still wasn’t sure where she was hiding until he’d come face to face with Phoogli. As his vision came back he noticed that the dwarf had tried to flack him. It was a good tactic, but not that useful against a foe that could look seven ways at once.

Gray Scale’s form wavered for a second as his body streamlined. Phoogli was the easiest target until he could find Cynthia. He charged past the elf and his men and onto the shore only to see the goblin dwarf fall from his vantage point. If Gray hadn’t been in a life or death struggle he would have laughed. But instead he continued to bear down on his quarry. Just before he could clamp his teeth around the wounded messenger, a new person entered into the chaos that had interrupted his meal.

The woman grabbed Phoogli and swung away, but Gray still pursued the two. When they both fell from Phoogli’s struggling providence seemed to smile on Gray Scale. It was at this moment that his seventh head regained consciousness and it was also at this moment that the falling pair provided him with Cynthia. Without missing a beat Gray Scale clamped three of his jaws around the people at his feet, one jaw each. He kept his mouths tightly around them without sinking his teeth in while he roared at Crugeon and his men with his four free heads.

“Hold your position Master General! I have hostages that I will not hesitate to kill!” one of his free heads lowered down behind Cynthia as he continued, “It seems that a sick uncle has provided me with your Crown. You will stand down and tell me what you purpose was in attacking me! Then we will discuss my terms for their release.”