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. Desperately Flint
kicked the derro away and rolled to the side. Both combat-
ants jumped to their feet, stabbing and parrying as they
scrambled momentarily to a safe range.
"You thought to escape me, hill dwarf?" cackled Pitrick,
breathing heavily. "I admit you surprised me by surviving
the Beast Pit."
Pitrick stabbed at him, but Flint skipped out of the way,
driving his own long, pronged weapon into the derro's
chest. As they jumped apart Flint expected to see blood on
his enemy's robe, but instead he saw links of chain mail
shining through the ripped fabric. Glancing at his weapon,
he saw that the tines of the roasting fork had been bent and
twisted - such a feeble weapon would never punch through
the derro's armor.
"I'm full of surprises, too," taunted the Theiwar. "Here's
another: when I finish with you, your whole town will be
next to perish. You've shown me that Hillhome and all your
sun-dwelling kin are too dangerous to my plans!"
"You should live so long," growled Flint, feinting toward
Pitrick's left side. Nonetheless, the warning sent shivers
along the hill dwarf's spine
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