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. A creature taller
than goblins, wearing dark armor with intricate designs
and a grotesque barbed helmet with a hideous mask. The
creature raised a sword, beckoned, and the goblins
around it charged.
"If you have any more tricks, Zap," Chess breathed,
"now's the time."
"Much more," something silent said.
Lightning crashed and crescendoed, huge brilliant
bolts striking all around. The kender's long hair fell from
around his neck, unraveled itself, and seemed to stand
straight out from his head, a huge crown of dark bristle.
Bolt after bolt of lightning cracked and seared, before
Chess and behind, and in the flashes he saw goblins tum-
bling through the air, falling here and there; goblins
thrown aloft; goblins that smoked and sizzled and fried.
A wind smacked Chess aside. The kender's racing feet
barely touched the ground as he flew.
"Wow," he whispered, nearly blinded by his own
streaming hair.
Somewhere behind, he heard a voice -- authoritative
and furious -- shouting orders. She sounds cross, he told
himself. Better keep going.
Driven by a howling wind that seemed to try to lift
him from the ground, lashed by huge drops of rain that
stung his back as they flew in almost horizontal sheets,
blinded by his streaming hair and deafened by thunders,
the kender gripped his hoopak and leaped high over a ta-
pering rock ledge. Through the tunnel of his hair he saw
trees ahead, lit by stuttering flashes and his own green
glow
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