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Date: 6/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Impax, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

all, despite the extra joints in it's arms and legs. Onthamar fell to the ground right behind it, entwining and trapping the creature's legs and immobilizing it. The Movert had one limb loose, that of it's upper arm, and all it could do was flail the air and stab into the ground right in front of it's face. Scott could see that the Movert wasn't suffocating fast enough, and that Onthamar might be in trouble if he couldn't hold on. The claw dug out of the ground, and instead of letting it go into the dirt and giving the Movert leverage, Scott grabbed the clawed hand just at the wrist, and let the involuntary spasm of the creature impale the claw into it's own head. The Movert let out a long, inhuman squeal, shuddered in Onthamar's unyielding grasp, and died. The air hissed out of it, and wasn't taken back in. It began fading back into mist, and Onthamar pushed it away and stood up as quickly as he could. The Tree behind them began drooping, and leaves began to fall all around them. The Kalastiel looked quite pleased. He held out his hand to shake again, and Scott took it gladly. “Does this mean the end of the War?” Scott asked. “We killed the Movert... King, Queen, whatever it was. It's dead.” “It means they won't be as strong or as numerous tonight.” Onthamar said. “It could mean an end, yes, if we are bold tonight.” “We have risked much already, and we're doing okay.” Scott pointed out. “I say, let's go for it. Let's win this War tonight, and then maybe everyone can get on ... with their lives.” “It would mean killing every movert that comes at us tonight.” Onthamar said. “They will be faster and more cunning than we have ever seen before. Never have they feasted on fifteen humans before, and seven Kalastiel fell last night. The Moverts will be strong.” “We have the Grove.” Scott pointed out. “Not just a Tree. A whole Grove of Trees.” he said. “Doesn't that mean that more Kalastiel will Dream themselves here?” “More than has even been.” Onthamar smiled. “Perhaps, we might even match the human numbers, for the first time in the history of this place. Never has such a thing happened. Never have we had a Kingmage of our own.” Scott noticed that the Tree had a shadow now, and it seemed to be growing away from them. Onthamar noticed it too, and his face filled with fear. “Come!” he said, then began sprinting down the hill. Scott ran as hard as he could, and was just able to keep up. He could tell that the Kalastiel was pacing himself, so as to not outstrip the human and leave him behind. Finally, Onthamar looked at the setting sun and knew they were not going fast enough. He picked Scott up ungraciously and threw him over one shoulder, in a fireman's carry, and fairly FLEW down the hill, letting his leaps take them over at a far faster pace than Scott could ever have managed. Thanks to Onthamar's great speed, they made it onto the plains, and back into the shelter of the boulders with a few minutes to spare. Onthamar leaned against Sononia with one hand ...