"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 02 - Planeshift" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J) As quick as rats, the Benalish irregulars climbed. They
had all ridden to this battle aboard Weatherlight, and their numbers had been greatly reduced in the fights. Even so, they were too slow. Karn dropped overboard, grabbed armfuls of warriors, and hurled them to the decks. Multani made brilliant use of his woven hemp hands to pull others up. 9 Planeshift As he hauled the desperate soldiers aboard, Multani said calmly to Gerrard, "It is Urza who is doing this. SeeтАФ he charges up his titan engine. He remains to fight along with us." Gerrard yanked a young woman up over the rail and shook his head ruefully. "He's got to be out of his mind." "A common theory." "At least he left us the dragonsтАФ" A sudden intuition sent Gerrard's glance skyward, where the dragons had been. There was only the preternatural dawn. The eighth titan engine was gone too, leaving only Weatherlight, her lone titan engine. "Damn him." Gerrard nodded sarcastically, growling under his breath, "This seems about right for Urza. A couple hundred against a couple million. Did I tell you I hated him?" "You even told him," Multani pointed out as he pulled the last of the stragglers onto the deck. One by one, Tolarian helionauts and Metathran jump- ships buzzed into the air around Weatherlight. Soldiers lifted her gang planks. Phyrexians closed on the ship. Gerrard shouted to Karn, "Get up here, bucket head! Get us out of here!" The silver golem solemnly clambered up the gunwale. His feet had no sooner left the sand than a surge of Phyrexians crashed against Weatherlight's hull. Horns and claws tore into the wood. "I'm needed," Multani said simply, slumping into the deck. He fled from splinters and hemp, leaving them empty. His spirit surged down through the planks to fortify the hull. Gerrard hardly acknowledged the departure of the nature spirit. He was too busy running along the rail to |
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