She was pointing to a nearby roof. From a doorway there a woman of her kind had emerged and was running across the roof toward the parapet. Behind her came three of the Green Ones.
Only shreds of the woman’s clothes remained. Her face was clearly visible to Karn. It was the face of a woman crazed by fear and shock. She reached the parapet, paused, and saw that the Green Ones were almost on her. Without hesitation she jumped. Karn watched her fall until she hit the street.
“This would happen to you too?” he asked Andra.
“If the Green Ones caught me. And eventually they will.”
Rage welled up within Karn. The thought of Andra in the clutches of these slimy things sent the blood roaring through him.
“They will not get you,” he said.
“No? After Luma there won’t be any place to retreat. The voyage that Harus and Ven and I have just made was in search of another world where we might be safe. But the others are as dangerous as Mahlo.”
Karn reflected that a people who could not fight these Green Ones had little hope of survival among the Turs and the beasts of his own world. Compared to the great wolves and the saber-tooths the Green Ones were nothing.
“We will kill the Green Ones,” he decided aloud. “We will fight them and destroy them.”