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. Perian was cheered to discover
the Aghar were excellent shots with a thrown rock or sludge
bomb (a skill developed by stoning rodents for food, she
discovered later). The Agharpult they enjoyed, and showed
a natural proficiency for distance, if not accuracy.
But the wedgie, Flint was convinced, was their real
strength. By the end of their training period they could cross
the Big Sky Room in a tight clump at a run, hurl their
dummy sludge bombs, and run back, all without being
prompted with orders every step of the way.
Still, two days was only two days.
"Why king frown every time when we do our army
stuff?" asked Nomscul. "Him look worse than old gold-
funger lompchuter."
Flint only glowered at the gully dwarf shaman. Gritting
his teeth, unable to watch the ludicrous marching exhibition
for a moment longer, Flint called out, "Listen up you frawls
and harrns!" He clapped his hands. After much pushing,
shoving, and eye poking, the gully dwarves stood in a mass,
at what vaguely resembled attention.
"What you folks need is something to give your work
purpose, some driving rhythm that synchronizes and unites
you as an unstoppable force
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