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. He saw that the
hill dwarves were ready for the counterattack.
"Agharpults, shoot! Shoot two times!" That command,
he hoped, would keep them launching until they ran out of
Aghar. Then he turned back to the enemy.
The pyramids of the Agharpult tilted atop the earthen
wall as the lone gully dwarves who served as missiles
sprinted up the sloping inner side of the barrier. Vaulting
onto their comrades, the whole mass of dwarfdom toppled
forward, momentum hurling the topmost Aghar into the
teeming ranks of the Theiwar. They struck like balls crash-
ing into tenpins, knocking the derro formations asunder,
toppling dozens of mountain dwarves to the ground.
"Hill dwarves, charge!" Flint raised the Tharkan Axe
above his head as he shouted, and then stopped in surprise
as a cool white light suddenly sprang from the axe, washing
over the field. It spilled brightly across the derro ranks, and
the mountain dwarves, to a harrn, turned their faces from
the painful brightness. Flint stared at the axe for a moment,
surprised by the rush of power. Around him the hill
dwarves raised a hoarse cheer
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