I saw another flash of movement, quicker this time. Whatever it was, was hiding from me. That meant it wasn’t a friend. I hoped it was just as scared as I was and was hoping I’d go away and leave it alone. I took another step… and heard a low grumble. Grumbling was bad. Klees didn’t grumble. I suppose a gar would grumble… if it was trying to sound like a freakin’ tang! As much as I wanted to step off Eelong and be anywhere else, I knew there had to be a reason why I was dumped in that particular spot. I was going to have to gut it out for as long as possible.
Ooh, gut it out. Bad choice of words. I forced myself to relax. After all, odds were that it wasn’t a tang and I was totally safe. With renewed confidence I boldly walked in the other direction…
And was immediately attacked by the tang. So much for playing the odds. The beast leaped from the bushes with its mouth open and its claws up. I had no way to defend myself. All I could do was run. I took off through the jungle, crashing through dense foliage that pulled at my legs, trying to slow me down. I felt as if I were clearing a path for the tang, making it a lot easier for it to follow me than for me to get away. I didn’t look back to see how close it was, that would have slowed me down. I had to judge distance from the sound of its breathing and the sharp crunching that came each time its taloned feet hit the ground. 1 dodged around a few small trees, taking a winding route that I hoped would be hard to follow. Tangs weren’t all that agile. If we’d been out in the open, it would have gotten me for sure. The one hope I had was to duck and dodge through the undergrowth until I lost it.
The plan wasn’t working. I was being all cagey by changing direction every few feet, depending on how dense the foliage was. The tang didn’t care. It blasted straight ahead, tearing through any vines in its way. I didn’t have that particular ability. Though I was able to stay ahead of the monster by confusing it, I soon realized that losing it wasn’t going to happen. This was his jungle. He knew how to navigate it much better than I did. I was going to run out of gas long before the tang did. Worse, I was stumbling more than running. The footing wasn’t exactly solid. At any second I expected to catch my ankle on a vine, take a header, and it would be lunchtime. I didn’t want to give up and leave though. At least, not right away. But it was beginning to look as if I would have to step off Eelong before the tang stepped on me.
I spotted a gnarled tree about thirty yards ahead. It had a thick vinelike root wrapped around the trunk that would make for easy climbing. For me, that is. Tangs didn’t climb. I thought that if I could get enough distance between me and the beast, it would give me the few seconds I’d need to scramble up the tree and be out of reach. I had to go for it. Though I was almost out of gas, I dug down and poured on speed. The tang howled. They weren’t exactly smart lizards, but I got the feeling that this one knew exactly what I was going to do. Which meant it was going to do all it could to munch me before I got the chance. Which meant it started crashing through the jungle faster. Which meant I had to pick up the pace. Which meant I had to stop analyzing things, put my head down, and motor. It was time for a full-on sprint. I lifted my knees, hoping not to trip on the undergrowth. The jungle grew less dense, which is probably why I could see the tree. It stood in the center of a small clearing. So close.
I stopped worrying about the tang and locked my eyes on the tree to figure out the quickest climbing route. I knew I’d only have a few seconds to climb high enough to be out of reach. Most tangs were about seven feet tall. They stood on two legs, but their arms weren’t all that long. I figured I needed to climb at least ten feet before I’d be out of snapping distance.
Only a few more yards to go. I knew I’d get to the tree before the tang got to me, but could I climb fast enough? There was no room for caution. I had to pick a route and more or less run up the tree. If I stopped to search for the next best hand- or foothold, I’d be done. I had to climb without thinking. With one last burst of energy, I jumped the last few feet and landed with my right foot on one of the curls of vine. It was thick and already had a shell of bark. That was good-it meant that it was solid and wouldn’t give way. I scrambled up the tree, climbing the swirling vine like a living ladder.
The tang bellowed. Angrily. I kept expecting to feel the sting of its jaws as they clamped on to my foot. I wondered if I should imagine my feet turning to smoke the way I had when Saint Dane attacked me with the silver weapon. How would that work? If my feet disappeared, would I tumble down into tang teeth? Then again, if I waited too long, the tang might chew off my feet anyway. In the end, I stopped thinking and kept climbing. The tree shook as the tang hit it. I nearly lost my grip, but that didn’t stop me from groping my way higher. I heard the scratch of claws on bark. I figured the tang must be desperately raking at the tree. I had the fleeting thought that maybe tangs had learned how to climb since I’d been there. But since I felt no pain from an attack, I was confident that its feet were still on the ground
… and mine were safe.
I finally got to a horizontal branch where I could stop safely. Clutching the trunk, I looked down to see the enraged tang jumping and swiping its talons, trying to get me. It was futile. I was out of reach. Strings of slobber flew from its mouth as it whipped its head back and forth angrily. Poor guy must have had his heart all set on some Bobby-burger. I stood on that branch, spent, trying to catch my breath. I had dodged being eviscerated, but to what end? I was stuck up in a tree. If the tang thought it through for a couple of seconds, he’d realize that all he had to do was relax and hang out. I’d have to come down eventually. I felt I had done the right thing, but if I couldn’t get down from that tree, it was all for nothing. I looked higher, hoping to see some way of crawling along branches to another tree. I remembered the elaborate, intertwining tree system that I’d seen in other parts of Eelong, but this tree wasn’t part of that. As I said, it was in the middle of a clearing. The only place to go from there was down. Down wasn’t a good option. Not with Toothy waiting for me.
As I looked at the monster, wondering how the heck I was going to get past that thing, another creature emerged from the jungle. I expected to see another tang or two showing up for the picnic. That would have clinched it. I would have to leave the territory and hope that when I came back, I wouldn’t land in the middle of team tang again. But it wasn’t another tang. It was a gar. A human-looking guy. His hair was long, and he was dressed in roughly cut leathers. I’m not exactly sure how to describe this, but as much as he looked rough around the edges, he wasn’t as primitive looking as the gars I had seen in the jungle on my last visit. The leather clothes he wore seemed to be made better than that. And though his hair was long, it wasn’t all crazy like some wild jungle guy.
Still, he was a gar. Tangs ate gars. I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to let the tang know that he had another option for lunch. The gar had come out of the jungle on the opposite side of the tree from the tang and was walking straight for it. He had no clue what was on the other side. I figured I had to take the chance.
“Hey!” I called out. “Run! There’s a tang down there!”
The guy looked up at me and jumped with surprise. I guess he didn’t expect to see a gar up in the tree, wearing a red outfit. But I wasn’t his problem. He had a lot more to worry about on the ground.
“There’s a tang down there!” I called.