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. He couldn't see their reactions in the
darkness, but he took savage pleasure in imagining their dis-
comfort. The derro swept around the growing cloud, but
their advance had been temporarily interrupted.
"Ready the torches!" Flint cried as the Theiwar swept
closer. "And the sludge bombs!" Nearby, Ooz and Pooter
hefted their small vials and shook them vigorously.
"Careful!" Flint warned. All we need is to have one of
those pop open back here, he thought with a shudder. The
battle would be over before it began.
Behind the wall, several dozen hill dwarves held burning
torches. They kept the flames hot, but held them low, out of
sight of the advancing derro, awaiting Flint's command to
put them to use.
Ruberik finally raised his weapon, taking aim at the sec-
ond of the great pots. This one was much closer than his first
target. With another sharp thunk, the weapon fired and the
bolt shattered the jar, releasing another cloud of the noxious
sludge smoke.
The derro were less than a hundred feet away. Now Flint
and Ruberik could see the wrinkles in their grotesque faces,
the links of their chain armor
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