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. She tried to turn, to open
her mouth and speak, and found herself paralyzed by
magic. Her eyes wild, she struggled against the spell, but
Pitrick's magic had her frozen in place.
"Now for you," growled Pitrick, his huge eyes glaring in-
sanely at Flint. The hunchback's fingers tightened around
the amulet, and he raised his hand to point a bony finger at
the charging dwarf. Flint knew that he would never reach
Pitrick before the derro cast his spell.
"Incinerus... Incinetoria..." Pitrick began his spell,
sneering at Flint, preparing to envelop him in an inferno of
sorcerous fire. He did not notice Nomscul stepping around
Perian's petrified form.
"In-sin-jin-fin-jin yourself!" challenged Nomscul, aping
Pitrick's wizardly pose. He thrust his magic sack before him-
self and clapped it sharply between his hands, throwing a
cloud of fine dust into the air.
Pitrick recoiled from the insidious powder, but too late to
keep it from his nose, eyes, and throat. His fingers stabbed
at his burning eyes, and then his whole body doubled over.
"Ah... uhhh... CHOO!" Pitrick's sneeze almost
blasted Nomscul from the bridge
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