The soulfire in Tommy's eyes blazed brilliantly. His rune-engraved bones creaked as he pushed himself up, then lifted his head to look at Lukas with those two hollow eye sockets, his posture carrying a faint trace of embarrassment.
Meanwhile, at some point, the basic Bonewalker had already come rushing in and grabbed the Star Eater's legs, trying to pin it down and stop it from moving. But the Star Eater only kicked once in response, sending the poor fellow flying through the air like a bullet. Several of its ribs shattered instantly, breaking apart mid-flight and blasting into everything around it like bone shrapnel. When the scattered bones struck the ground, a crater as large as a bowl appeared on the surface.
Gasp!
Lukas drew in a deep breath and silently prayed for the little skelly in his heart. After all, the basic Bonewalker might have endless stamina, but its healing ability was limited. Hell, not to mention anything else—this thing had no real healing ability at all.
