Chapter 47: Leader And Driver Part 1

"This isn't going to work," came Njrea's voice.

Trals stared at the smoky sky, an unaccustomed smile on his face. "Of course not."

"Shut up." A flare of pain as Vrem shoved Trals into position. The triceratops grunted and shook its head. The beast was no more uncomfortable than Trals Scarback, however, who dangled across its horns like a fat boa constrictor.

"'Cause I'm gonna fall off this thing." The poor beast's back was no place for Njrea, the lightest of their group, but there she clung, leaving the heavy Vrem and Trals to weigh down the head.

"If you were smart, you would leave me here and disappear into the Face of God," Trals told Vrem.

The young man only gave Trals another agonizing shove and shouted at Njrea. "We have no time."

No time at all. For once, Trals did not feel invigorated by the danger. Let others make the mistakes for once. He clasped the sword Vritai against his chest and concentrated on dying properly.