... them. It had a funny face, two crooked arms and two crooked little legs. It was bent forward, scampering around on one leg.
The Cactus stopped in front of them and looked at them. Then it flipped sideways, lowered its head, seemingly to fall over, but it stayed up. There was a small screech from it and a needle shot from the top of its head, followed by another and another.
The needles were faster than Sala and they struck her all over her body. She screamed shrilly and stumbled back. The thin, inch long needles protruded from all over her. Blood dripped down her body in short streams and she fell over back wards.
"Sala!" Flora cried, seeing her sister fall over backwards. Needles were stabbed into her, probably two dozen in her chest and about a dozen pierced over her thighs.
"You little bastard!" Peter yelled, running forward. He hurled his spear at the small creature.
The Cactus turned to scamper away, but the spear was faster, catching it through the center of its mass, pinning it to the floor. It gave a pitiful cry and fell limp with the spear through its chest.
"Sala, are you alright?" Flora asked, looking over her sister.
"Just...Just pull them out damn it!" Sala cringed, afraid to move.
It took them nearly ten minutes to pull them all out as Sala moaned and cringed in pain. Flora pulled out the last ...