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. The ogre's roar
was a rising, echoing thunder of rage. The club thudded
here and there, searching for Chane... then paused.
The sounds beyond told the dwarf that the monster was
climbing. He sighted on the fault line and swung again.
The top of the ogre's head came into view, then its
eyes. The creature bellowed in huge pleasure when it saw
that the dwarf was trapped there with sheer cliff at his
back and no place to go. The ogre clung to the stone and
raised its massive club. Chane scooped stone dust and
threw it into the huge, grinning, bloody face.
The ogre roared in rage, lost its hold, and dropped
from view. Quickly, though, it started climbing again.
Chanc's hammer rang. The sound of its impact was dif-
ferent now, a slight, hollow echo accompanying each
stroke. And the spike sank deeper into the stone with
each swing. Again the massive hand appeared with its
club, and descended a blow that would have flattened
and crushed the dwarf, had it found him. Chane panted,
concentrating on his work. The scrabbling sounds of
clumsy climbing began again, and the ogre's head came
into view.
Chane raised his hammer one last time, whispered,
"Reorx, guide my maul," and brought it down against the
stone. The sound of the impact seemed to go on and on,
the ringing strike becoming a deep, low grinding sound
as the fault opened
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