So astounded were they with our appearance and our supernatural leap
across the compartment, that before they could put themselves into a
posture of defense, we had struck them, had knocked them to the floor
and were grappling with them. In that first moment of contact I had
reached for the mouth-opening of the disk-bodied monster at whom I had
leaped, had gripped that opening in the top of its disk-body to prevent
its outcry and then had striven to lift the thing sidewise, to hurl it
against the floor. But great as was my strength against Triton's lesser
gravitation, the strength of the Neptunian I held was greater still,
and its weight, due to the weight-disks worn by it, was enormous. In an
instant its seven great limbs were clutching for me, grasping me, and
as I strained there against that great monstrous disk-body's grip, I
knew with fatal certainty that never could I match my strength against
its own. For even as I struggled desperately with it, Marlin struggling
as wildly with the other beside me, the thing was lifting me with its
own great limbs from the floor!
Upward it drew me with those powerful limbs, its bulging glassy eyes
staring from its disk-body's edge straight into my own, as we grappled
desperately in the dark compartment with the sleeping Neptunians
all about us! I felt myself being overcome, my strength puny beside
the strength of that monster, and as I clutched wildly still at the
mouth-opening in the top of the disk-body, I thrust my clenched fist
down into that small round mouth-opening, half by chance and half by
design, closing it thus with my balled fist. Instantly the creature's
body turned and twisted frantically, its grip upon me forgotten for the
moment, its whole body's mass seeming to heave and twitch as my hand
thus cut off the passage of air into that mouth-opening, into its body!
I was throttling it, I knew, and hung fiercely to my grip upon it, my
clenched hand still within its mouth-opening, while the thing swayed
and tore at me with ever-decreasing strength. A moment more and its
struggles ceased, it collapsed limply to the floor, and I staggered up
again to my feet.
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