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Chane leaped to Jilian's side, grabbed her arm, and
pulled her to the nearest vertical riser on the bridge rail.
Without a word, he thrust her down behind it.
Chess turned and drew his hoopak sling. As the hob-
goblin tried to get to his feet, spilling goblins around
him, the kender bounced a rock off his helmet, knocking
it askew.
Momentarily blinded, the hobgoblin waved his sword
and screeched, "Rush 'em! Cut'm down!"
A goblin free of the rest started to charge, and a whin-
ing pebble took him in the eye. He went over backward,
screaming.
Jilian Firestoke had no intention of hiding behind a
vertical pillar of a bridge rail, when there were things to
be done. Holding her sword in launch position she
rushed past Chane and headed for the enemy.
Chane started to shout at her, then saw one of the gob-
lins beyond her raise a crossbow. He drew his sword and
threw it, as hard as he could. End over end, it flashed in
the sunlight... over Jilian's head and downward. Point
first it hit the goblin's breast armor, and the sheer weight
of it drove it through. The goblin fell, skewered through
the brisket, and his dart sailed out over the gorge.
Jilian swung at the nearest goblin, missed, and spun
around, clinging to her centrifugal blade
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