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[i]She managed to wound the monster all right. Two daggers in the lower back, but the other two were knocked aside with a sweep of its left wing. The attack would have had more effect on a raging bear, and with enough steam bears have been known to charge through bullets. If she could get at its brain or heart though, or a major artery...

But those considerations were a luxury afforded to those with time to think.

The Magna Pater's tail moved then, and it moved like an honest whip. The tip coiled about one of the daggers in its back as the rest of the limb bowed out in Scouti's direction, like one of those cartoon trees that launch characters into the sky when a rope is cut. Instead of Elmer Fudd, it was a piece of bladed steel flung with with such momentous speed that should it have struck a man in the chest, it'd be liable to crack right through the sternum and literally take him off of his feet.

It was a blur shooting haphazardly for Scouti's legs. Not a deadly throw, but it could cripple her. Meanwhile, the horror had moved. It slipped out of sight behind a stack of nearby containers, as silent and quick as the supposed spirits they say you can see out of the corner of your eye. 

There was something worse than seeing the monster after all. Not seeing it.[/i]