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belly of a charging male. The television housekeeping expert tried to lash
Chiun with her gloveless hand. Animal rage became incomprehension when her arm
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came back, minus the hand.
She howled in pain at her bloody wrist stump, which, as far as she was
concerned, was the very worst of bad things. The cry of terror and animal fury
lasted only as long as it took Chiun's long nails to pierce her forehead.
More creatures flooded in. Dozens upon dozens crushed toward the two men in
the center of the maelstrom, all fangs and claws and hissing evil.
A male vaulted over the rest in a dizzying leap, paws extended, mouth eager to
tear out Chiun's throat.
Chiun's flashing nails-more sturdy and lethal than any mere hunting
blades-speared the creature in midflight. Ivory talons opened skin and
muscle.
When the male flipped in midair, landing on feet and knuckles, the soft impact
of its body caused his exposed organs to flop to the road. He joined them an
instant later.
At the Master of Sinanju's side, Remo caught the nearest with a spinning toe
to the chin. Vertebrae cracked like snapping twigs.
A thrum of uncertainty washed through the pack. The leaders had already begun
to fall back. With them was Elizabeth Tiflis, fear wide on her ashen face.
This should not have been happening. She had been too busy making her escape
back in New York. She hadn't seen enough. She had assumed that sheer numbers
would overwhelm these two. Yet here they were, darting left and right. More
bodies fell before their flashing hands.
Elizabeth was ready to concede defeat, ready to run for the safety of the
woods. But to her great relief just as she was about to make a dash for the
underbrush, there came from the forest a terrible, ungodly roar.
It was like thunder from the depths of Hell, echoing through the Maine woods.
At the frightful sound, birds in treetops took terrified flight, scattering to
the heavens.
On the road, Remo and Chiun felt a new fear wash over the dozens of gathered
creatures. It was terror mixed with reverence. Heads lowering to sniff the
ground, the beasts ceased their attack. One by one they fell away, passing to
the sides of the road.
The underbrush deep in the woods cracked and snapped as something made its way
toward the road. Whatever it was wasn't small. The ground shook with pounding
footfalls. For a moment Remo wondered if Judith White had found a petri dish
of Tyrannosaurus DNA. And as the thought flitted through his mind, the trees
finally parted and the unseen behemoth stomped out onto the road.
An awed, frightened hush fell over the other creatures.
Remo glanced from the monster on the road to the Master of Sinanju and back
again. He put his hands on his hips.
"You gotta be greasing my pan," he said at last, shaking his head in disbelief
at the sight of the world-famous boxer.
The Weiss and Associates client had abandoned the rest of the creatures. He
had been stalking the woods for the past day, only to be drawn out by the
sounds of fighting.
"This is a terrible situation that you have unwantingly rendered upon my
quietude," admonished the boxer loudly, in a voice far too delicate and
highpitched for his three-hundred-pound frame. "I will remedy the
ignomoronious conflagration by bitin' your noise-making head off."
And with a roar that could be heard from Bangor to Portland, he charged. The
earth trembled. Shivering trees rained fragile leaves. The other creatures
watched in anticipation.
Remo yawned, checked his fingernails and-when the lumbering behemoth was
within striking distance-reached out and snagged the charging boxer by the
chin. As the dangling man thrashed, snarled, bit and kicked, Remo turned to
the Master of Sinanju.
"See, this is what I'm talking about," he insisted. "I know I'm supposed to be
careful and all that, but look." He waggled the snapping boxer in Chiun's
face.
The old Korean's expression grew irritated. "Do not point that thing at me.
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Hurry up and finish it off." Remo remembered a rhyme from childhood that used
to work with dandelions.
"Momma had a baby and its head popped off," he recited.
And with a thumb under the chin he proceeded to pop the boxer's head off his
shoulders. He bowled it up the road where it got stuck under the front tire of
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