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"Floodwaters," he said.
"The goblins in the gully," Jilian added.
"They're wearing armor," Chane concluded.
Wingover dropped his reins and ran back toward the
gully. He heard the others coming behind him. By the
light of his own glow he saw the gully's rim, saw heads
coming up over it, and saw a pair of hasty bolts flick past
as he halted, just a few yards from the edge. A flung
stone toppled a goblin backward into the dark cut he had
just left. The rumble had become a roar, and was coming
closer.
Wingover felt a bronze bolt tear at his shield, ducked a
second missile, and howled a chilling war cry as he
charged down on the shadowy figures coming over the
edge. His sword, glowing with golden light, traced rapid
patterns up and down and around, clattering against ar-
mor and blades, darkening itself with goblin blood.
Two creatures fell before Wingover, and four more
took their places, coming up from the roaring, water-
filled gully. He fended the strokes of two with his blade,
took another cut on his shield, and saw the dark, furred
shape of Chane Feldstone as the dwarf's hammer pierced
a goblin's helmet.
At Chane's side, Jilian was a rosy blur in the dark, a
whirling blade with a spinning top at its axis.
The roar from the gully became a crashing, tearing
screech of sound, and a wall of spray swept down the
draw, sparkling in the light of the glowing fighters as it
passed. After the wall of water passed, there seemed to
be nothing left to fight
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