Hawks sprong forward, to close on his opponent before Rantun could reposition his whip, but the blacksnake licked out a second time, wrapping Hawks' ankles in a searing embrace of leather, and he fell forward on his face. As Hawks scrabled to his feet, a scorching pain slahed across his back, opening a foot long wound in th flesh. He stayed erect and pressed forward toward Rantun. Rantun frantically coiled the rawhide, shortening its length, and cracked off another blow, which looped over the top of Hawks' shield and curled down his shoulder to gash a second wound vertically down his back.

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