"Is that all, My Lord?" "Yes -- No." Flenser shivered with uncharacteristic puzzlement. The trouble with these cloaks, sometimes they made it hard to remember things. By the Great Pack,
复件 (45) air max1, no! It was that Tyrathect again. Steel had ordered the killing of Woodcarver's human -- all things considered,
复件 (27) air max2, a perfectly sensible move, but... Flenser with Steel shook his head angrily, his teeth clicking together. "Something the matter?" said Lord Steel. He really seemed to love the pain that the radio cloaks caused Flenser. "Nothing, my lord. Just a touch of the static." In fact there was no static, yet Flenser felt himself disintegrating. What had given the other such sudden power? Flenser with Amdijefri snapped his jaws open and shut, open and shut. The children jumped back from him, eyes wide. "It's okay," he said grimly, even as his two bodies thrashed against each other. There really were lots of good reasons why they should keep Johanna Olsndot alive: In the long run,
复件 (83) air max, it assured Jefri's good will. And it could be Flenser's secret human. Perhaps he could ######## the Two Leg's death to Steel and -- No. No. No! Flenser grabbed back control, jamming the rationalizations out of mind. The very tricks he had used against Tyrathect, she thought to turn against him. It won't work on me. I am the master of lies. And then her attack twisted again, became a massive bludgeoning that destroyed all thought. With Flenser, with Rangolith, with Amdijefri -- all of him was making little gibbering noises now. Lord Steel danced around him, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. Rangolith goggled at him in frank amazement. The two children edged back to touch him, "Are you hurt? Are you hurt?" The human slipped those remarkable hands under the radio cloak and brushed softly at Flenser's bleeding fur. The world blurred in a surge of static. "No. Don't do that. It might hurt him more," came Amdi's voice. The puppies' tiny muzzles reached out,
复件 (38) air max, trying to help with the cloaks. Flenser felt his being pushed downwards, towards oblivion. Tyrathect's final attack was a frontal assault, without rationalizations or sly infiltration, and... ... And she looked out upon herself in astonishment. After so many days, I am me. And in control. Enough butchering of innocents. If anyone is to die, it is Steel and Flenser. Her head followed Steel's prancing forms, picked out the most articulate member. She gathered her legs beneath her, and prepared to leap at its throat. Come just a little closer ... and die. Tyrathect's last moment of consciousness probably didn't last longer than five seconds. Her attack on Flenser was a desperate, all-out thing that left her without reserves or internal defense. Even as she tensed to leap upon Steel,
mbt amali, she felt her soul being pulled back and down, and Flenser rising up from the darkness. She felt the member's legs spasm and collapse, the ground smash into its face... ... And Flenser was back in control. The weakling's attack had been astonishing. She really had cared for the ones who were to be destroyed, cared so much she was willing to sacrifice herself if it would kill Flenser. And that had been her undoing. Suicide is never something to hang pack dominance on. Her very resolve had weakened her hold on the hindmind -- and given The Master his chance. He was back in control,
复件 (72) air max, and with a great opportunity. Tyrathect's assault had left her defenseless. The innermost mental barriers around her three members were suddenly as thin as the skin of an overripe fruit. Flenser slashed through the membrane, pawed at the flesh of her mind, spattering it across his own.