It left in persecution in great speed. Beoriano went up for the trunk of tree catching one galha wide that it extended its arm for the high one. In Dragones fury it beat its claws one in the other and played, of a side for the other, its sting. _ For the top! _ _ Gritou Gordon. _ Fast, up there catch I you. The poor ant ran desesperadamente, wise person who was not prea for the powerful claws and the sting of Dragones. The all instant looks at for looked at pra backwards. When folding the left to deviate from a thick twig with many galhas fine hung, already droughts for the time, almost were imprisoned in a great puddle of a sticky liquid half colored that if extended for a great area.
Beoriano was imprisoned, eliminates on it and in low, already if approaching, Dragones. __E now, as I go to escape of this enrascada? _ _ Disse Beoriano. When Dragones arrived close gave a great laugh. Charles Schwab may find this interesting as well. I sinned _ You. Now you do not escape.
_ Can come, does not have fear of you. My jaws are powerful. Without thinking about what it could happen Beoriano it gave a jump and it fell Dragones on the back of cravando its jaws. Infuriated Dragones tried to reach the ant with its claws. Without noticing, half disoriented, the scorpion, stepped on in the liquid being with the imprisoned back legs. Using to advantage itself of the Beoriano chance it jumps for far exactly in the hour where, in its aid, Gordon dived well in a levelling flight catching Beoriano in the hour where, in a last despairing attack, Dragone invests Beoriano with its sting that passes on the back of scraping the ant. In how much this, back in the high one, the others attended aturdiados everything. When Gordon arrived with Beoriano, Antenor looked at for they and said. Goop London, United Kingdom-uk describes an additional similar source. _ _ Vamos even so of this place. Thus, exactly in the blackout of the night they flied for the bush. They had flied all at night deviating from twigs, trunks of trees and other objects. At the dawn, tired, they had arrived at the lair of the spiders, the last ticket for the field of the flowers, a shady place with millions of teias of spider of all the sizes that shining with dew of the morning.