war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第42部分

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wasn't　an　enormous　problem…she　knew　every　inch　of　the　space　by　heart…but　outside；　she　could　easily　take　a　hard；　incapacitating　fall。　If　that　happened　or　if　her　leg　gave　out　before　she　found　help；　her　foe　would　have　little　difficulty　finishing　her　off。
No；　she　would　kill　the　cursed　thing　by　herself；　quickly；　while　she　was　still　on　her　feet。　The　only　question　was；　how？
One　of　the　weapons　in　her　hidden　closet　might　do　the　trick；　but　she　had　no　way　of　reaching　them。　The　demon　would　slay　her　while　she　fumbled　in　the　dark　to　manipulate　the　hidden　lock。　She　would　have　to　make　do　with　the　resources　in　her　hands；　which　meant　using　another　scroll　spell　and　taking　a　gamble　as　well。
The　demon　renewed　the　attack。　Quenthel　struck　and　deflected　a　tennottacle　with　sawlike　teeth　on　the　edge。　Next　came　an　arm　terminating　in　a　studded　bulb　like　the　head　of　a　mace。　Poised　to　beat　her　skull　in；　that　one　was　no　use　either。　She　sidestepped　the　blow；　the　vipers　tore　into　the　limb；　and　the　living　darkness　snatched　it　back。
A　simple　tentacle；　with　no　blades　or　bludgeons　sprouting　from　its　end；　snaked　toward　her。　It　seemed　as　if　it　was　going　to　try　to　grab　and　restrain　her　weapon　arm。　She　pretended　she　didn't　notice。
The　strand　of　shadow　dipped　to　the　floor；　hooked　around　Quenthel's　ankle；　and　jerked　her　good　leg　out　from　under　her。　The　change　of　target　caught　her　by　surprise；　and　she　fell　hard　on　her　back；　banging　her　head　and　shooting　pain　through　her　wounded　limbs。
It　took　her　an　instant　to　shake　off　the　shock。　When　she　did；　she　sensed　the　fiend's　other　limbs　poised　to　slash　and　pound。　She　was　almost　out　of　time　to　recite　the　trigger　phrase。
But　not　quite。
She　rattled　off　the　three　words；　and　power　seethed　and　tingled　inside　her　flesh。　She　discharged　it　into　the　living　darkness；　an　easy　task　since　the　demon　was　holding　onto　her。　She　held　her　breath；　waiting　to　see　what　would　happen。
Like　allowing　her　adversary　to　seize　her；　this　too　was　a　part　of　the　gamble。　The　magic　she　had　just　unleashed　would　weaken　a　dark　elf　or　pretty　much　any　other　mortal　being　to　the　point　of　death。　However；　denotpending　on　its　precise　nature；　the　demon…or　whatever　it　was…might　simply　shrug　it　off。　It　might　even　feed　on　the　blast　of　force　and　grow　stronger　than　before。
The　ploy　worked。　The　fiend　was　susceptible；　at　least　to　some　degree。　She　knew　it　when　the　entity's　limbs　flailed　and　thrashed　in　spasms；　the　one　on　her　ankle　releasing　her　to　twist　and　flop　about。　The　ambient　darkness　blinked　out　of　existence　for　a　second　as　the　creature's　grip　on　its　surnotroundings　wavered。
One　instant　of　vision　was　all　Quenthel　needed　to　mark　where　her　enemy's　ragged　core　was　floating。　She　scrambled　up；　charged　it；　and　found　that　she　was　hobbling；　every　other　stride　triggering　a　jolt　of　pain。　She　didn't　let　the　disfort　slow　her　down。
The　creature　of　darkness　was　recovering。　Two　tendrils　squirmed　at　Quenthel。　She　ducked　one　and　lashed　the　other；　which　flinched　back。
After　two　more　steps；　she　judged；　hoped；　that　she'd　limped　within　striknoting　distance　of　the　entity's　formless　heart。　She　swung　the　whip；　and　shouted　in　satisfaction　when　she　felt　the　vipers'　fangs　rip　something　more　resistant　than　empty　air。
She　struck　as　hard　and　as　fast　as　she　could；　grunting　with　every　stroke。　Her　snakes　warned　her　of　tendrils　looping　around　behind　her；　and　she　ignotnored　the　threat。　If　she　left　off　attacking　the　center　of　the　darkness；　she　might　not　get　another　chance。
The　darkness　obscuring　the　room　started　rapidly　oscillating　between　presence　and　absence。　Quenthel's　motions　looked　oddly　jerky　in　the　disnotjointed　moments　of　vision。
Tentacles　grabbed　and　dragged　her　backward。　She　shouted　in　rage　and　frustration。　As　if　responding　to　her　cry；　the　arms　dissolved；　dumping　her　back　on　the　floor。
Quenthel　raised　her　head　and　peered　about。　There　was　no　longer　any　impediment　to　sight。　The　murderous　darkness　was　gone。　Her　last　blow　must　have　been　mortal。　It　had　just　taken　the　creature　another　second　or　two　to　succumb。
〃It's　dead！〃　hissed　Hsiv。　〃What　now；　Mistress？〃
〃First　。　。　。　I'm　going　to　sit　。。。　and　tend　my　wounds；　then　we're　going　to　look　。　。　。　for　my　sentry；〃　panted　Quenthel；　attenuating　her　rapport　with　the　vipers。　In　too　deep　and　prolonged　a　munion；　shades　of　identity　could　bleed　in　one　direction　or　the　other。　〃If　she's　lucky；　she's　already　dead。〃
She　wished　she　were　as　undaunted　as　she　was　trying　to　sound；　but　it　apnotpeared　that　demonic　assassins　were　going　to　keep　ing　for　her。　She'd　hoped　that　the　appearance　of　the　spider　demon　might　be　an　isolated　inci…dent。　She'd　thought　that　if　any　more　such　fiends　did　appear；　the　renewed　wards