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. From somewhere, a swordblade bit into Flint's
forearm, and he shouted in pain. Two more derro lunged,
their faces twisted by cruel grins.
Before Flint could raise his axe, another form stepped be-
tween them. He saw Bernhard drop one mountain dwarf
with a sharp blow to the neck, but then his brother's weapon
stuck in the armor plate of his victim. Desperately Bernhard
struggled to pull the axeblade free, but the other derro was
too quick.
Flint stared in horror as Theiwar steel sliced into his
brother's throat. Blood - more blood than Flint could have
imagined - spilled down Bernhard's chest. The hill dwarf
spun, giving Flint a look of uncomprehending surprise, and
then he slumped to the ground.
"Bastard!" growled Hildy, lunging at the still-grinning
derro. The mountain dwarf raised his blade, deflecting her
attack, but he could not guard against two at once. Flint, his
whole body trembling with rage, attacked. The Tharkan
Axe flashed, and the Theiwar's head flew from his
shoulders.
Through his shock, Flint sensed a change in the tangled
melee; the elite mountain dwarf fighters were recovering
their equilibrium
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