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. "Look out, farm boy, the raccoons are after youl"
"Oooh, here comes one now!" Basalt saw a shape step for-
ward and then felt his rib cage crack as the mountain dwarf's
heavy boot crashed into him. The force of the blow rolled
him over in the damp grass.
"Get him up," growled another. "I want to knock him
down again." Basalt's head cleared for a moment as two
pairs of hands lifted him to his feet. Someone slapped his
face. He looked up just in time to see a hairy fist smash into
his nose. Excruciating pain exploded in his skull as he tum-
bled over backward, landing in a heap on his left shoulder.
The grass was cool and moist, but he also felt something
warm and thick running across his ravaged face.
Basalt drew up his knees in an effort to stand, when some-
thing forced him back to the ground. A muddy, hobnailed
boot pressed down on the back of his neck, grinding the side
of his face into the earth. The night sky swam with colors
before Basalt's eyes as the dwarves pelted him with kicks
and hammered his back and legs with the shafts of their
spears. He bit his lip to still his screams, but he could not
keep from squirming as the blows only increased
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