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Chapter 57

           Itsmackedthemetalarmandpivotedthethingskyward,revolvinginanarcuntilitslammedbackintothebodyoftheGriever.Themonsterletoutanangryshriekandpulledbackseveralfeet,itsspikesretractingintoitsbody.Thomasheavedbreathsinandout.

           MaybeIcanholditoff,hesaidquicklytoTeresa.Justhurry!

           I’malmostdone,shereplied.

           TheGriever’sspikesappearedagain;itsurgedaheadandanotherarmpoppedoutofitsskinandshotforward,thisonewithhugeclaws,snappingtograbthespear.Thomasswung,thistimefromabovehishead,throwingeverybitofstrengthintotheattack.Thespearcrashedintothebaseoftheclaws.Withaloudclunk,andthenasquishingsound,theentirearmrippedfreeofitssocket,fallingtothefloor.Then,fromsomekindofmouththatThomascouldn’tsee,theGrieverletoutalong,piercingshriekandpulledbackagain;thespikesdisappeared.

           "Thesethingsarebeatable!"Thomasshouted.

           Itwon’tletmeenterthelastword!Teresasaidinhismind.

           Barelyhearingher,notquiteunderstanding,heyelledoutaroarandchargedaheadtotakeadvantageoftheGriever’smomentofweakness.Swinginghisspearwildly,hejumpedontopofthecreature’sbulbousbody,whackingtwometalarmsawayfromhimwithaloudcrack.Heliftedthespearabovehishead,bracedhisfeetfeltthemsinkintothedisgustingblubberthenthrustthespeardownandintothemonster.

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