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"Sound the fallback!" he shouted to the bugler, and, to his
savants: "Prepare your spells!"
The brass notes of the horn sounded across the field, and
the derro atop the earthwork quickly fell back to the rela-
tive safety of the ditch at the bottom of the wall.
At the same time his eyes flickered to Perian again. Later,
he told himself. Later I will have her. I will find her and, by
magic or might, claim her.
"Now!" cried Pitrick. "Destroy them!"
His hand clasped the medallion. Blue light spilled forth,
illuminating the hunchbacked derro with a chilling outline
as he launched his spell.
Violent magic exploded.
* * * * *
Basalt stood atop the redoubt on the right side of the posi-
tion, raising his axe, bashing the mountain dwarves, stand-
ing firm. The battle had lasted less than an hour so far, yet it
felt as though his life had always consisted of this same
muscle-aching combat, the ringing cacophony of pain and
death.
At first, terror had consumed him, and every blow he
struck had been a matter of insuring his own personal sur-
vival. But, with each victory over an individual derro, his
confidence had grown, and with it his rage
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