The Kaska Trilogy - Gam (Book Excerpt)
by William Alan Rieser
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Twenty-five miles southwest of Kaska's mountain the snipes found what they
were looking for. It was a herd of buffalo-like creatures sleeping on the
plain. Kaska named them trison because of their formidable three horns. The
snipes hovered above the unsuspecting herd for some moments before they
simultaneously released Asmodeus from their taloned grasp. He plummeted to the
plain below, landing among them with a tremendous concussion. The trison were
both stunned and frightened as the plain shuddered with the impact.
Once Asmodeus recovered from the shock, he realized he was free of the
gambats. He immediately recalled his great hunger and began to key on several
of the calves, conveniently nearby as they bleat within the herd. The trison
encircled their young and formed a wall between them and their new enemy.
Asmodeus' attack was met by a phalanx of upturned horns. A second group of
trison, mostly bulls, attacked him from his sides, ramming their horns into his
many legs. This was not to his liking. Then a third group began to ram his
middle segments. He caught one and crushed it in his mandibles, flinging the
carcass high above them. Then he killed one that got too close to his pincers
and ingested it because it had damaged one of his legs. Unfortunately, there
was no time for him to savor its taste.
Singly, the trison had no chance against him, but the combined defense and
attack of such a multitude was more than even he could manage, massive as he
was. He turned to flee their pestering horns and inspired the trison to greater
and more aggressive efforts. They would not stop ramming him. He fled south for
several miles, the trison persisting and bloodying his legs while attempting to
crack his plates. He would stop to kill a few, ripping them apart in his jaws,
but more would arrive to continue the attack. Finally, he just ran with the
legs he had remaining to him. He reached a stream and burrowed his way into the
soft, healing soils of its bank, far underground where he would stay for some
time. The plains littered with their dead, the trison returned to the herd.
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