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. Its sticky tendrils lashed across the gully dwarves'
skin, dropping them to the ground, helpless and paralyzed.
"Finish him!" shouted Flint, sprinting back onto the
bridge, charging the howling derro.
Now Pitrick looked up with real fear in his eyes. He saw
Flint charging, saw the murderous rage in the hill dwarf's
eyes, and he staggered off the opposite side of the bridge,
desperately fishing in his pouch for something.
Flint didn't slow down as he saw the Theiwar pull out a
small, clear bottle. Pitrick raised the flask to his lips and
swallowed the contents in one gulp, just as Flint launched
himself toward him.
The hill dwarf plowed into Pitrick, driving him to the
ground. Flint raised the fork, ready to plunge it into the
squirming mage's neck.
But suddenly that neck was gone. As Flint watched in dis-
belief, Pitrick's entire body dissipated into a pale cloud of
vapor. Flint slashed at it futilely with his makeshift weapon.
But the cloud drifted away from him, and then passed
through the hole in the cavern wall. In moments it disap-
peared from view entirely.
"Damnation!" hollered Flint, watching the gaseous form
of his enemy slip away
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