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Updated: May 23, 2025
The bulldog uttered a single yelp as the goat got him between his hard horns and the treetrunk. "You stop that, Billy!" roared Sam, struggling to his feet. "Let my dog alone." But Jock was not likely to give the goat a second chance. He limped away, growling and showing his teeth, while Billy Bumps tried to free himself of the harness so as to give pursuit. "Don't you hurt Billy!"
That sound any more promising?" "Urrr . . . yes, somewhat, though I have never heard of such an application of Talent." "Uh-huh, you said that." Medart leaned back against the treetrunk. "What you call Talent we call esper abilities, and if I remember right, one of those was healing. Emperor Chang?" "Yes, Ranger Medart?"
She glanced around, saw several off-duty crewmembers strolling around, either singly or in pairs. "If you are certain we will not be disturbed, that is." "I'm sure," Medart said with a chuckle. He sat cross-legged, his back against the treetrunk. Corina also sat, facing him. "You had best practice defense first," she said.
The height from the ground to the bough on which he was perched could not have been less than 150 feet, and we could get a glimpse of him only by standing directly underneath, and straining our eyes upwards. We killed him at last by loading our best gun with a careful charge, and resting the barrel against the treetrunk to steady the aim.
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