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gh place。
Now a dark elf and some kind of huge demon…thing had smashed through the window； and all bets were off。
Piet and Ulo faced off against the dark elf。 Of the two of them； he appeared merely lethal； where the demon…thing might have really done terrible things to someone。 Piet's knees were shaking。 So were his hands； and his jaw felt tense。
On the other side of the mon room four of the other loggers； Ansen； Kinsky； Lint； and Arkam； were facing down the huge demon…thing。 They were all armed…no one with half a brain went unarmed in the Flooded Forest…but their weapons looked puny against the massive creature。 Ansen had grabbed a torch from a wall sconce； Kinsky had his axe with him； Lint was hoping to keep the monster at bay with the spear he used to fish in the swamp； and Arkam waved a broken axe handle in front of him。 They all looked suitably terrified。
The dark elf had a huge sword…Piet had never seen a sword so big…but he was holding it in a loose grip； dangling to his right； the tip scraping the rough wood floor。 The drow was wet and bleeding from his face； from his leg； and maybe other places as well。 Piet had never seen a dark elf before。 He'd actually always thought they were a myth； so it was impossible for him to get a read on the creature； but he seemed to be weak； exhausted； maybe even dying。
〃Who are you？〃 Piet asked； not liking at all the terrified quaver he heard in his voice。 〃What are you doing here？ What do you want？〃
Difficult as it was for Piet to tell what the drow was thinking； the logger was convinced that the outsider understood him。 The look he gave Piet in answer seemed haughty at first then wasn't so much haughty as 。。。 Piet didn't know what to call it。 He thought he remembered a word： disdainful； but he wasn't sure he remembered what that meant。
The drow didn't answer。 Instead； he started to bring his sword up； and Piet； afraid the drow was going to cut him； chopped down with his axe。 Piet had spent his entire adult life…since he was eleven…and…a…half…chopping wood。 He knew how to swing an axe； and he did it with speed； power； and precision。 Still； he didn't e within an armslength of the dark elf。
Piet barely saw him move。 He was a couple of feet to the right all of a sudden； standing between Piet and Ulo。 The drow had his sword up； but it looked as if he was defending himself； not attacking。 Ulo； surprised that the dark elf was suddenly standing so much closer to him； waved his knives in front of himself madly…cutting no one…and scrambled backward until he hit the wall。
〃Stab him； Ulo！〃 Piet shouted； but it didn't look as if Ulo even heard him。
The dark elf came at Piet with his sword low； and Piet dodged out of the way instinctively。 A rush of adrenaline coursed through him。 He'd never moved so fast in his life。
He changed his grip on his axe and swung it sideways at the dark elf； who leaped back to let the axe head pass a few inches in front of his face。 Piet reversed his grip at the end of the swing； twisted the axe around and swung again。 He knew the dark elf would lean back again and was ready for it。 He actually aimed at a point several inches behind the drow's head。 The only thing he could see was the drow； and when the axe came at the dark elf's head； Piet closed his eyes； expecting a splash of blood。
The axe stopped； and hot； thick liquid splashed over Piet's face。 He closed his eyes tighter to keep the blood out of his eyes and tried to wrench the axe out of the dark elf's skull； but it was stuck。 The falling body dragged Piet down with in and he slowly sank to his knees。 Piet's forehead bumped the wall； which surprised him。 He didn't think he was that far forward。
He wiped his eyes with one sleeve as he said； 〃I got him； Ulo！ I split the black devil's sku…〃
Piet stopped cold when he opened his eyes and saw exactly whose skull he'd split。 Ulo's dead eyes stared back at him； glassy and vacant。 Piet's axe head was jammed into the side of his friend's head； and blood was still oozing out from around it。
Piet's body shook； wracked by a spasm； but he kept himself from vomiting by pressing a hand tightly to his mouth； letting go of the axe that was still stuck in his friend's head； and rolling off onto the floor。
He looked up and saw the dark elf looking down at him； making no move to kill him； though the drow would have had an easy time of it。 Piet met the black creature's gaze and got the sinking feeling that the drow was not only pleased with himself for getting Piet to kill Ulo but that he was thinking about trying something like it again。
〃Men！〃 Piet barked； his voice cracking。
He wanted to warn them； but his throat was tight； and he had trouble forcing the words out。 Looking up at the other four loggers； Piet saw the huge； gray…furred demon rip Arkam's throat out with one hand； as if he were digging a handful of shortening out of a pot。 Blood poured out everywhere； and Arkam was dead before his gore…soaked body hit the floor。
Piet knew the second the two bizarre creatures burst in through the window that things were going to end badly for the logging crew； but there was something about the way matters were unfolding…the casual manner in which the gray demon ripped Arkam's throat out and the conniving； almost mean…spirited way the dark elf made Piet kill his own friend…that made it seem too personal； as if they'd e there for that reason。
Piet's palms weren't sweating anymore。 His jaw was still tight； but for a different reason。 His blood pounded in his ears。 The dark elf was watching the demon toy with Ansen； Kinsky； and Lint。 He didn't even think Piet was dangerous enough to keep an eye on。
That； Piet thought； is your second and last mistake； drow。
Piet coughed back the bile that rose in his throat when he put his heavy…booted foot on his friend Ulo's split…open head and pushed while pulling on the axe handle。 The axe head came loose with a nauseating sucking sound； but Piet managed to ignore it。
Axe in hand； Piet stood then lunged at the dark elf。 The slippery drow dodged him again； quickly and easily enough that Piet thought he must have eyes on the back of his head。 Undaunted； the logger swung again but sliced through nothing but air。 The drow danced back； not even parrying with his huge greatsword； just stepping back； leaning to either side or backward as Piet swung again and again。
Piet finally gave up。 His lungs were burning。 He tried to speak but couldn't。 He wanted to run but his legs felt like twigs ready to snap…he'd already spent a long day cutting down trees。 All he could do was stand there and watch the dark elf watch the demon…thing kill the rest of the men in the room。
The demon had one of the heavy oak tables in his hands…the larger two of the thing's three hands…and was pressing Ansen； Kinsky； and Lint into the wall。 Their weapons were caught between the tabletop and their own bodies。 Ansen's torch burned his face； Kinsky's axe handle cracked his collarbone； and Lint's spear wagged impotently from behind the table； digging deep furrows into the roof beam above him。
The men were grunting and c