sked.
Out in the dark, one of the horses whinnied and a small throwing knife thunked into the sand by Shrikes leg. She was up instantly, her cane blurring to a sword as the first attacker came charging out of the night. Spyder didnt even look. He knew she could handle what was coming, and dove for the Hornet.
Spyder came up off-balance and couldnt get the metal flails at the Hornets head to spin properly. He heard Lulu blasting away with the four-ten and turned in her direction, just in time to see the tribesman that was rushing him. The attacker had a length of sharpened pipe raised above his head and was too close and coming too fast for Spyder to get out of the way. Already off-balance, Spyder let himself fall backwards, pushing the stud on the side of the Hornet to release the spikes from the ends. The tribesman impaled himself on the shaft of the weapon and landed on top of Spyder.
He struggled from under the mans body and finally got the Hornet spinning properly. It hummed like an angry swarm of insects. As throwing knives shot toward him from the dark, they were shredded in mid-air. Out of the corner of his eye, Spyder saw Shrike hold off three attackers simultaneously, spinning to slice the legs off one, before gutting and decapitating the others. Lulu picked off attackers and whooped out rebel yells while Primo crushed tribesmen with his fist, the Hulk in a cheap suit. Count Non fought almost as impressively as Shrike. He charged with his broad Kan Dao sword in one hand and a Morningstar in the other, alternately slashing and crushing the skulls of his opponents.
Another attacker was on Spyder, one who understood what the Hornet was. He didnt rush into the sawtooth flails, but feinted and moved around, trying to find a way past the spinn
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