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"Keep up the good work." The hill dwarf roared at his joke,
and roared twice as loud as the muscles in Perian's neck
bulged.
Through clenched teeth, Perian ordered, "Take two steps
back and then don't move." She turned and stomped to
where Flint lay in the moss, grabbed him by the belt, and
dragged him out of earshot of the troops. "How do you ex-
pect me to get any kind of discipline into this rabble when
you undermine my authority?" she hissed.
"It's hopeless anyway," chuckled Flint, wiping his eyes.
"You can't drill these tunnel apes like veterans. They'll never
learn. They're just not made to stand in lines."
Perian turned around to look at the assembled group. "So
what do you suggest? We herd them into a pack and yell
'charge!' at the first opportunity? They'll fry themselves
with their own sludge bombs."
"Probably," Flint confessed. "I think we need some new
tactics, something more suited to their ability."
"Be my guest," snorted Perian.
Flint strolled back past the slowly mingling knots of
Aghar. "The problem, as I see it," he said to them, "is one of
getting close enough to the bad guys to lob sludge bombs
into them, without getting beaten up first
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