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. Weapons
struck, and blood flowed. Flint's heart lurched as he saw
several defending hill dwarves fall and lie still.
The king of Mudhole held his breath, wondering if the
line would hold. He saw a derro scramble over the wall, but
then Basalt cut him down with a swift blow to the neck. Per-
ian led a band of dwarves in a sharp counterattack, batter-
ing and smashing the Theiwar, knocking them off the wall.
He heard her hoarse battle cry, saw the hill dwarves leap
to follow her. She attacked like a banshee, laying about with
heavy blows, darting away before a return blow could land.
Flint's heart faltered as a derro struck at her back; she sensed
the attack with some kind of prescience and whirled to cut
the leering Theiwar down.
Finally Flint exhaled, seeing the hill dwarves not only
hold, but continue to drive the mountain dwarves back into
the ditch. Disorganized, confused, and dismayed, the
Theiwar crowded together at the foot of the redoubt.
"Smoke's still keeping 'em away from here," grunted Ru-
berik, indicating the oily fog in the center of the battlefield.
Flint looked at his brother in surprise, sensing disappoint-
ment in his voice
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