"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 26 - The Attack" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

Something was not right. Not right at all. We weren't even morphed and
we were beating these guys. And Erek was way too calm. Then it occurred
to me. I had kicked my guy in his diaphragm. His whining, Iskoort diaphragm.

"Erek! Are these Howlers?"

"No. Of course not," he said calmly.

Our assailants backed up. There were five of them. One looked bleakly at
the stub of his arm. The others gaped at us and whined through their chests.

They were Iskoort. Not like Guide, at least not exactly. The bodies were
mostly the same, but the heads and hands were different. Their heads

48 were wider at the top, with the two little nubs of horn. Their hands
were less delicate, the claws larger than the tentacle. Their legs were
flexed, not as flat, allowing them to move faster, in leaps, not crawls.

Guide said, like he was
introducing a bunch of guys from a different school. must hurry. They don't like off-worlders.>

Rachel said.

"Let's get out of here," I said. "Rachel? Stay in morph. Ax, you stay
ready, too. That should be enough to handle these guys."

We were attacked twice more by two different gangs of Warmaker Iskoort
before we could reach the next stairway. They were easy enough to deal
with, but I still managed to get bruised up. And by the time we were
safely out of the marketplace, Rachel said what we were all starting to
feel.

"Just tell me this: Why, exactly, does the Ellimist want to save these
guys? I'm starting to think maybe Crayak is on the right track."

We headed down the stairway, finally starting to laugh at the bizarre
experience with the War-maker Iskoort. Feeling relaxed and a little
cocky after so easily beating the local tough guys.

49 The stairway we were on was wider, though still without rails, but we
were getting used to that. It was wider to make room for two-way
traffic, and several Iskoort, many like Guide, but others subtly
different, passed us by.

The next level was maybe two hundred feet down. Guide was out front. I
was laughing at some joke Marco made.

"Howler!" Erek yelled.

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