e lizard priest in a gravelly, hissing voice.
"Thats because the compact is universal. No one may ignore or prevent…?," Primo began. Shrike cut him off.
"What will it cost us to get through?" she asked.
"The pretty green. Piles of it. Do you have that?"
"You know we dont," Shrike said.
"Good," hissed the lizard in the letter jacket. He took a step toward Shrike. Just as she was bringing her sword up, Spyder saw Primo ram his shoulder into the lizards mid-section, smashing him against the wall in an explosion of bone, blood and dry skin. Next, Primo rounded on the priest and back-fisted him, ripping off a good portion of the beasts face. Spyder was pulling Shrike back from the carnage. As awful as it was, he couldnt turn away. The first thing he noticed, aside from the fact that Primo had the last two lizards by the throat and was slowly choking the life from them, was that the little mans clothes were not longer loose on him. In fact, they seemed a little tight. His skin had turned a bright crimson and long, thorned hooks protruded from every part of his body, ripping through the fabric of his suit. Primo growled with animal fury as he crushed the throats of the lizards until their heads hung at odd angles on limp flesh. Dropping the attackers bodies, Primo turned to Spyder and Shrike -asking, "Are you both all right?"
"Were fine," Shrike said. "Thank you. "
The little man, for he was already shrinking back to his original size, approached them, cleaning his hands on the T-shirt he ripped from the body of one dead lizard. "Forgive me, please," he said. "You were under my protection and should never have had to even raise your weapon. You
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