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Flint turned to the Aghar gathered to either side of him-
self. "Sludge Bombers, throw!" he cried.
"Eat sludge!" Ooz cried as he tossed his vial up and out-
ward. It crashed to the ground among the first rank of derro
troops and broke, releasing a smaller cloud of the stinking
black smoke.
With a volley of exuberant cries, the Aghar in the center
of the line pitched their sloshing missiles. The jars were
small and the hurlers enthusiastic. As they had practiced,
each gully dwarf cocked back his arm and then flung the jar
as far as he could in the general direction of the attacking
derro. Some could not help but tumble forward from the
momentum of their toss.
Several of the vials plopped right on the front of the
earthen barrier before rolling into the ditch at the bottom,
between the attackers and defenders. Most of the bottles
sailed a couple of dozen feet, and some had the forward
thrust to soar through the air and burst among the feet of the
first rank of approaching Theiwar.
Instantly a thick, black cloud rose from the exploded ves-
sels. The smoke burst upward from the force of its explosive
release, then it hung thickly in the air, a moist, oily blanket
of vapor
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