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. The creature's
laugh was cut short as the sword came around again, this
time full across his luring face.
Chane hoisted his hammer and waded in, following
Jilian.
"Fall back!" the hobgoblin shouted. "Fall back! Use th'
darts!" He sprinted for cover as Jilian whirled toward
him. Her blade took the tassel off his helmet, the stock
off his crossbow, and the tail off his kilt before he got out
of range.
For a moment there was scrambling, fleeing goblins
everywhere, then the bridge was clear. Chane dived un-
der Jilian's flashing sword to keep from being beheaded.
"Stop now!" he roared, catching her around the waist in
a diving tackle. They tumbled across a dead goblin and
rolled against the bridge rail.
"I said, stop," Chane panted.
Jilian picked herself up and smoothed her hair. "I was
trying to. You didn't have to be so grabby about it.
Honestly!"
A bronze dart ricocheted off stone beside the dwarven
girl. Chane glanced around, then grabbed her hand and
headed up the bridge, seeking cover. Darts zipped
around them, and pebbles flew in answer.
The kender was dodging in and out of the cover of
stone uprights, stepping out to use his weapon, then
darting back to cover to reload. But as the dwarves piled
in behind him, he reached into his pouch and his hand
came out empty
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