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. He was out of pebbles, and there was
nothing on the bridge to throw.
Chess dug deeper into the pouch. "I've probably got
some things in here that I can shoot."
He searched, found something, and slipped it into the
hoopak's sling just as a goblin peered around one of the
bridge spires. The kender let fly, and his missile burst and
splattered on the creature's face.
"What was that?" Chane called.
"Pigeon egg," the kender admitted. "Not a very good
choice, I guess."
Darts continued to fly and zing around the defenders.
"We'd better retreat," Chane rumbled. "Come on. Fol-
low me across the bridge."
Chess glanced around, and his eyes widened. "I don't
think so," he said. "Look."
Above and behind them on the bridge stood an ogre
with a huge club in his fist. As the dwarves turned and
saw him, the creature grinned. He pointed his club at
Chane Feldstone. "You see me, dwarf?" he thundered. "I
see you, too. You think Loam don't remember you?"
The darts stopped flying, and goblin cheers sounded
below. The ogre stood, gloating, his stance nearly span-
ning the width of the bridge.
"Maybe I can slice him," Jilian offered, but Chane
pushed her back. The dwarf stood, balancing his ham-
mer for combat. In return, the ogre licked its lips,
grinned again, and came for him
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