"Douglas Hill - The Last Legionary 04 - Planet Of The Warlord" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hill Douglas)

I see him! Across the arena from you тАУ near the top! Bright green tunic тАУ and the rifle..!
 But the rifle was making its own presence known. Twice more, as Keill sprinted in the direction
Glr had indicated, an energy beam crackled dangerously near to him. Then Keill was at the wall of the
arena, leaping to catch the top of it, pulling himself effortlessly up and over.

He's turning, running!Glr cried.

So were quite a few thousand people. The shots, the attempted killing, had sent the section of the
crowd around the gunman into a screaming panic. Ahead of Keill, the steep ramp that offered passage
between the tiers of seats was thronged with terrified, milling people. And among them, near the upper
end of the ramp, Keill caught a glimpse of bright green, saw the glint of metal as the rifle was used like a
club to clear the gunman's path.

Keill flashed up the ramp, using his reflexes to cleave through the frantic mob; Once again he
glimpsed bright green, disappearing into the surging horde who were all trying to get out of the exit at
once. In a few strides Keill too was at the exit, battling his way through.

He is moving towards the spaceport complex,Glr's voice came again.Towards our pad!

The stadium containing the arena was the centre of a huge, linked complex of buildings, all
devoted to the administration of the Battle Rites. On the tops of some of the buildings special landing
pads for spacecraft had been built, reserved for those off-world combatants who, like Keill, arrived in
their own ships.

In moments Keill, guided by Glr, was bursting in through the door of one of the buildings, and
hurtling up the moving walkway that spiralled through all the levels. There was no doubt that his quarry
was still ahead of him. Most of the people on the walkway had drawn aside to its edges, and were
staring up with expressions of surprise or fear тАУ as people would do if they had just been thrust aside by
a running man carrying an energy rifle.

Keill's headlong rush did not slow. At the topmost level of the building, there was usually a
Banthein guard on duty, to protect the landing pad and the privacy of the off-world competitors. But
again it was clear that the rifleman had passed this way, for the guard lay inert and bleeding by the
entrance.

Keill sprang out on to the open surface of the pad, veering sideways into cover behind the
nearest ship. There he waited, listening. The sun's heat was ferocious, intensified by reflection from the
plasticrete of the pad, and from the gleaming surfaces of the half-dozen spacecraft, dispersed across the
pad's broad expanse.

He came out on to the pad,Glr announced,but he vanished into the ship with green markings.
Near ours, at the centre.

Warily Keill edged forward, towards the blunt wedge-shape of his own ship, its sky-blue Legion
circlet glistening. In the space nearest it was an angular, green-decorated vessel, bulging with exterior
hardware. Keill crouched low as he drew closer. But the landing pad was silent in the sun's furnace blast.
No energy rifle spat its deadliness towards him; no figure in bright green could be seen.

He has gone to ground,Glr said, excitement in her voice. Keill glanced up, smiling, as she