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. The Theiwar were advancing in small
groups, rushing up the sloping wall, only to meet the sharp
weapons of the resolute hill dwarves when they reached the
top. Each attack broke as the derro died atop the wall, sur-
vivors forced backward to fall, roll, or run to the ditch at
the bottom.
"Now," Pitrick snapped, his shrill voice calling for the sa-
vants' undivided attention. "I will show you how to attack!
Without mercy - without hesitation!"
He grasped the iron amulet and looked along the top of
the redoubt, trying to identify the hill dwarf leader. The bat-
tle raging between the charging Theiwar and the staunch hill
dwarves made it difficult to see. Once again he watched
some of his elite troops thrown back, pushed physically
from the top of the wall by the tenacious enemy.
Still, he only needed to find their captain. Then he would
cast a single, very potent spell, and all cohesion would van-
ish from his enemy's formation.
Suddenly he froze, his eyes locked on a long-haired dwarf
near the center of the enemy position. He blinked, but then
he looked again, growing more and more certain of his iden-
tification
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