Warren Murphy Destroyer 077 Coin of the Realm

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Remo kicked out. The bottom man's knees buckled and the three-man pyramid
wavered. A hardwood club swiped at Remo's head, but he avoided it. A knife
sliced at him and he danced out of the way. The puff of a dart came on its
heels, and Remo had no time to spot it. He dropped and rolled.
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When he came up, Remo blinked. The bottom man was now on top. He hadn't seen
it happen, but he knew it was true. He had recognized the bottom Moovian as
one of the traitorous Red Feather Guard.
Remo cursed his mistake. He should have kicked the front of the kneecap to
shatter it. He had clipped the man in the back of the knee where the natural
buckling reflex had absorbed the blow. And now the man had somehow changed
places so that his damaged knee didn't matter.
Well, Remo wasn't going to make that mistake again. Chiun was counting on him.
A hasty glance showed the Master of Sinanju poised between two lumbering
totemlike groups. Silhouetted against a full moon, it was a fantastic sight.
As if the tiki gods of the Grove of Ghosts had come to life.
Remo circled his foe, but the creature-Remo had already started to think of it
as such-kept shifting with him. The occasional dart puffed out. Remo was
forced to keep his distance so he could maneuver. Every time he shifted
closer, they tried to nail him. Already Remo was beginning to feel respect for
these octopus worshipers.
The Master of Sinanju let them come. No fear touched his heart. Not for
himself. He was concerned for Remo. The last Master of Sinanju to vanquish an
octopus attack was Lu. He had used the Bursting Seed attack. That would not do
here. And these octopus worshipers might know of that famous battle and have
devised a defense. They had had centuries in which to consider the matter.
Chiun let the demons come for him. They were easily evaded in the clear light.
The things made their ridiculous hooing sounds.
A hardwood club smashed down. Chiun's hand intercepted it. The club shattered.
The shock traveled up in the low man's arm. He howled in his agony, and the
sound was fearsome.
"Aiiee!" Chiun cried, adding a fearsome sound of his own. The octopus pyramid
behind him froze. That was enough. Chiun moved for the group with the injured
limb.
His leap carried him to the height of the second man's head. Chiun's sandal
touched the head and found purchase. The other sandal kicked one way, his arms
slashed the other. The middle limbs suddenly let go of their weapons, and
another howl came forth. Chiun floated up to the top man, who was hooing
forlornly.
Chiun caused him to drop his blowgun with a slashing of fingernails. The hand
came off at the wrist, pumping blood. A chopping blow shattered the opposite
shoulder.
Chiun leapt to the ground and whirled.
The octopus man was howling and screeching in pain. Its limbs waved feebly.
Chiun added to their symphony of agony with a brutal groin kick.
The lowest man collapsed in pain. The octopus fell apart on the coral, and,
once more facing mere men-injured ones at that-the Master of Sinanju went
among them, liberating their brains from their skulls with quick,
bone-crunching blows.
Proudly Chiun turned to the remaining octopus man. "Come," he taunted in
Moovian. "You think you are one mighty creature, but I will make of you three
corpses." Remo decided that the heads were the creature's weak spots. This
time he would take out the man on the bottom and then the others would fall
into range of his hands-like pulling down a sand castle.
If only they would stop making that eerie sound. It was starting to get to
him.
Remo feinted to the left. The thing shifted with amazing speed. It was as if
all three brains were hooked together. He moved right, and went for the bottom
head.
Suddenly the thing split into three men. Remo felt his reflexes react
automatically to deal with the new situation. A mistake. But he couldn't help
himself. Whoever these guys were, they had a way of fighting that took Sinanju
training into account.
Remo was suddenly surrounded by three club-waving Moovians all staring like
owls. He looked for the one with the blowgun. He was the only one who
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concerned Remo.
Remo sidestepped a speeding dart. He moved in. Then the blowgun was tossed to
another hand, and another dart came from that direction. Remo shifted, and one
of the clubs came at him.
He ducked under the blow and took the man's wrist, using the force of the
Moovian's attack to flip him.
The man skidded along the coral, but found his feet with the agility of an
acrobat. He suddenly leapt onto the blowgun man's back and the third scampered
atop them. They stood joined again and resumed their frenzied octopuslike
gesticulations.
Remo dodged behind a coral ridge. He needed time to think. And he wouldn't get
it while he was preoccupied with avoiding darts.
Behind the coral, Remo considered the ridiculousness of his predicament. In
his time, he'd weaved through heavily armed hordes of killers. But these
circus-freak Moovians had him on the run. Remo had been trained to deal with
opponents either singly or in groups-but not freaking octopus worshipers. He'd
have to find a different approach.
The octopus head of the tallest Moovian suddenly topped the ridge above him.
It went "Hooo-hoooo."
And Remo had an idea.
He went up the ridge until he was in the Moovian's face.
"Boo!" Remo said. And he jellied the man's face with the flat of his palm.
Remo knocked the top man off the human pyramid and took his place.
It happened so fast that the middle Moovian didn't know how to react. While he
was giving it thought, Remo staved the top of his head in and pushed him
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