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. With an animal growl he leaped at the mountain dwarf,
his fingers clutching for the arrogant Theiwar's throat. The
derro reacted quickly, crashing his mailed fist into Basalt's
face. The hill dwarf dropped to the street, slumping down in
the muddy ruts. His cheek throbbed, and when he pressed a
hand to his face it came away covered with blood.
Choking on his rage and frustration, Basalt jumped to his
feet and charged the derro again. He lowered his head and
drove it into the derro's gut. The Theiwar stumbled back
slightly, surprised by the force of the blow. But then he
laughed as Basalt staggered away, clapping his hands to his
throbbing scalp where he had just collided with the chain
links of the derro's armor.
"Now get on your knees, hill dwarf, and clean my boots!"
cackled the derro, stepping forward.
But the tall figure of Moldoon moved between them.
"That's more than enough." The human stared down at
the Theiwar, an expression of loathing and anger working
across his face.
"What're you doing, old man?" demanded the derro,
stepping backward and glaring.
"Get out of here, before this goes too far," warned Mol-
doon
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