"Douglas Hill - The Last Legionary 02 - Deathwing over Veyna" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hill Douglas)

and zig-zagging, while the laser cannon hissed and flared, the bright beams
slashing in vain through the sky around the attacker.
Then the pilot of the gleaming ship pulled it around in a tight loop, on to a
different course. Something had attracted his eye. Something like ... a
ground-cat in full view on a nearby rocky slope.
"get out of here!" Keill shouted, as the slim, menacing shape arrowed towards
them.
Groll dragged brutally at the car's controls, to force it back over the
protecting lip of the ridge. But the elderly drive sputtered and hiccoughed,
and the wheels slid beneath it.
Above them, the attacking ship swooped for the kill.
Groll yelled with fear, trying to scramble free of the car, ignoring Joss, who
seemed frozen, unable to move.
But Keill Randor was a legionary of Moros - his reflexes, his muscles, his
entire physique honed by a lifetime's training to a degree beyond most men's
imagining.
In the fractional instant before flame blossomed from the ship's forward gun,
he had grasped the back of Joss's coverall,
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braced himself, and flung her one-handed out of the open car, sprawling and
tumbling down the slope, And in a follow-through to the same motion, he dived
headlong after her.
Behind them, the entire slope seemed to erupt in a volcanic explosion of fire
and shattered rock.
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The tumbling slide of Joss and Keill, over the greasy blue lichen, had ended
in a shallow deft in the rock - where they crouched while rock fragments,
molten or splintered, hurtled around them. So they arose unharmed when the
attacking ship had swept upwards after its pass at them and vanished.
Above them, the ground-car lay tilted crazily, the front end tearing up,
crushed and smoking. The energy blast had struck just in front of it, but
close enough to wreck it beyond repair -and to have killed any occupants.
Joss rubbed a grazed elbow, showing through a rent in her coverall's sleeve,
and looked at Keill with new interest. "Thanks for that. You're stronger than
you look."
Keill shrugged. "It's more balance and leverage."
"Perhaps. But I don't know many who could have done that." She pointed up the
slope. "Not even him."
Beyond the shattered car, the huge figure of Groll lay, stirring slightly. The
force of the blast had flung him up the 6lope - but he had been far enough to
one side to escape the full impact. As they watched, he struggled slowly to
hands and knees, shaking his head dazedly.
Motioning to Keill, Joss started up the slope towards Groll - while in the
distance, from the openings at the base of the mighty building, a crowd of
people were surging out on to the rock.
In no time another ground-car had thundered up on to the slope and gathered
them up. As they roared back down, Keill glanced over at Joss, seated beside
him. Her hood had been pushed back, and her thick dark hair flowed free in the
wind.
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