“Sophie,” Flamel shouted, “I need some help!” She could see where its claws and dragging tail left deep indentations in the pavement. The weight of the stone tail anchored the creature to the ground, and Sophie saw its huge muscles bunching and rippling as it tugged itself toward the water. Sophie noted that its entire tail was coated with heavy black stone, which had now started to creep up its back and down its hind legs. Sophie and Nicholas moved cautiously toward Nidhogg. “I am Joan of Arc!” The longsword in her hands twirled and twisted, creating a spinning wheel of steel that drove the Disir back with the ferocity of its attack. “Not just any humani,” Joan said, easily turning the weapon aside, her own sword then flicking out to clink against the remains of the rusted mail on the Disir’s shoulders. “More humani with swords,” the Disir spat, blade falling toward the woman. The tiny Frenchwoman grabbed her sword and leapt out of the car.
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