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. The stick of rare bronzewood glowed
suddenly with an inner light and began to vibrate in the
hermit's hand. The old dwarf seemed almost as surprised as
everyone else by the force within the enchanted weapon
and nearly dropped it. He clutched its shaft more tightly,
feeling its inner power throbbing as it lifted itself in the air
above the bully's head.
Suddenly the staff descended repeatedly, faster than the
eye could see, upon the head of Nugold Lodston's assailant.
It appeared to the astonished onlookers as if it were a
drumstick in the hands of a practiced drummer. Each blow
landed with vicious force and accuracy, producing
lacerations and bruises on the startled bully's scalp and face.
"Run, Joss! It's a magical staff! He'll kill you!" The bully's
eyes were blinded with his own blood from the wounds on
his forehead. He backed away from Lodston's flashing staff,
his hands raised in front of his face to ward off the unerring
blows of the enchanted weapon. To the hermit's failing
eyes, the scene was a muddled image of fleeing shapes as
the street emptied. Digfel was a superstitious town,
especially in the rough section where Milo Martin kept his
store.
"Get in here, Nugold, before they come back!" Martin's
rotund figure was standing in the doorway of his shop
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