<strong>Ciceras</strong><br/><br/>The troll girl groaned heavily, then gasped, "Can't feel my arm."  With the satyr's help she pulled to her hand and knees, the arm injured in the shoulder hanging limp by her side.  "Grendel's coming," she groaned...<br/><br/><strong>Odette</strong><br/><br/>The sluagh's clever black eyes sorted through the shadows.  There were three of them coming--great black hounds tall as Shetland ponies and broad as rotwhilers!  They would hit the sidewalk in a stagered positoin--one right in front of the troll they were chasing, one a few paces to the right--heading right for Ellen--the other moving ahead of them to cut them off.<br/><br/><strong>Amy</strong><br/><br/>From her high positoin, Amy could see three shadowy figures, four legged and black as night, coming up to the street fast!  She'd barely have time to speak before they reached the road...<br/><br/><strong>Hattie</strong><br/>High grasses shook in front of Hattie and an explosion of sound stunned her.  Was that a bark?<br/><br/>An inky patch of blackness soared right over her, back paws going into her shoulders and shoving her towards the grass.<br/><br/>