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. Then the minotaur's eyes saw no more,
squashed as they were by the mammoth barrel.
But my triumph was shortlived as I quickly realized my error.
The barrel was still rolling, headed straight for Laurana, Sturm,
and Derek. Still engaged with thanoi and minotaurs in the center of
the room, they did not see their danger. I panicked and yelled to
the only one who faced me.
"Sturm!"
The knight's blood-spattered face jerked up, his eyes widened
slightly. Without missing a beat, he slashed viciously at the thanoi
before him. Leaning to his right, he shoved Derek away from the
minotaur he fought, then bowled Laurana over to his left, not a
second ahead of the swiftly turning barrel. It knocked the
remaining minotaur and thanoi to the floor, then the barrel
stopped, pinning or squashing whatever happened to get in its way.
Unfortunately, that included Derek's foot. Surprised by Sturm's
shove, the stubborn knight had tried to stand his ground,
apparently slipped in a pool of blood, and crashed to the floor, just
as the barrel arrived. Though obviously in great pain, the knight
hacked at the furry thanoi fingers that desperately groped at him
from under the barrel.
Raising her sword, Laurana strode forward and ended the lives
of the struggling creatures, as Sturm hoisted the end of the barrel
pinning Derek's foot.
"This is your fault, Brightblade," Derek growled, nearly
spitting on Sturm's proffered hands
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