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Flames from Raistlin's spell flared out. Tanis flung
himself to the ground.
The feeder slammed into a boulder beyond Tanis and
gave a sharp, angry cry. Tiny flames came from its mouth.
In all the confusion, Tanis saw and heard nothing.
The feeder shook its head, then peered left and right.
Tanis had run on. The feeder spread its wings, rose, and
circled, trying to pick out its prey in all the confusion. The
clerics were distracting it.
Flint and Tasslehoff, each standing over Sturm, were
open and exposed; the dwarfs attention was riveted by an
oncoming draconian. The feeder raised itself up, folded its
wings, and stooped toward the dwarf, who had his eyes on
the sword-swinging, manlike creature.
The draconian's wicked, curved sword lashed out in a
flashing arc, aimed for the dwarfs neck. Flint swung his
axe, but at that moment Tasslehoff, his eyes on Sturm's
sword, rose to his feet. The kender's hoopak staff struck the
dwarf in the back of the knees, causing Flint's legs to
buckle beneath him. The draconian's sword whistled
harmlessly overhead as the dwarf gave a startled yell and
fell over backward on top of Sturm.
The feeder shot helplessly past with the sword swing,
moving too quickly for sight
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