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"You want a chance to shoot a few of 'em, don't you?"
Flint asked.
Ruberik cleared his throat, nodding. "I guess I would like
to personally see that a few of 'em don't get back home."
The brothers turned their attention to the left, where the
mountain dwarves had resumed their advance. They were
swinging wide of the redoubt through the open field. Be-
cause of the black cloud that still lay across the center of
their line, these mountain dwarves could not see their com-
patriots who had been halted on the right flank.
"Keep an eye on things here!" Flint barked at Ruberik.
"Wait! What do you mean? What should I -" Ruberik
shouted as Flint darted away.
Privately, the king felt misgivings about leaving his
brother in charge of the rambunctious Sludge Bombers. A
quick look at the black smoke gave him assurance, how-
ever, for it seemed like it would linger for some time, block-
ing access to the middle of the redoubt.
Flint ran along the top of the breastwork until he reached
Tybalt, who stood among a group of hill dwarves on the left
wing of the semicircular barrier. They looked down as the
charging Theiwar suddenly veered away, turning and run-
ning past the front of the breastwork instead of trying to
climb it
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