The chatter from Otter’s gun drowned the sounds of Rikki scrambling away. Sam hoped the Rat shaman was seeking a better location from which to cast his own spells. Though tired by his first casting, Sam prepared a second to follow up Otter’s fire. Though on target, her attack had little effect. Bullets sparked from the creature’s dermal armor to ricochet into the night. Sam was still gathering his power when the dzoo reached their refuge. With a back-handed blow, it sent Otter tumbling away. Sam jumped back but landed badly, his ankle twisting under him, and he fell The dzoo grinned Dark, spadelike nails gouged the loam as the creature groped for him. The drooling, leering face came closer, and he felt the thing’s fetid breath on his skin. Then the fang-mouthed visage was rising, a look of stupid confusion replacing the former avid anticipation.