Chapter 15

::Thank you, Mother!::Aron then sent a command to Harlane. ::On the count of three, grab his shoulder and start back as fast as you can! One. Two. Now!::

They both caught Clay’s shoulders and gave powerful pulls. They had moved him twice his length before the first Trogue awoke. It let out a growl of surprise, turned toward its partner and gave the sleeping hulk a sharp kick.

Aron didn’t need to translate the angry yell. “Wake up, arse-head. Something’s going on.”

By then, he and Harlane had hauled Clay to his feet. With one of them on either side to support his wobbling steps, they concentrated on putting the most distance they could between the three of them and the Trogues in record time. Unless something had changed in the last millennia or so, Aron knew one main weakness of the armored monsters was bad night vision. If that still held, it could give his party a big advantage.