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. He cried out with agony as a
large ice ball cracked his elbow, and when another pounded
him brutally in the kidney. Holding his breath and gritting
his teeth, Basalt struggled to maintain consciousness, know-
ing that he could not stand another minute of this punish-
ment.
The unnatural storm ceased as suddenly as it had started.
For a moment a low, rumbling stillness fell over the field -
not exactly silence, for many Aghar and hill dwarves
groaned in pain along the ice-hammered redoubt. Basalt
winced as he struggled to his knees, seeing other dwarves
slowly climbing to their feet. We've got to hold them off, he
told himself.
"Wait!" hissed Perian, pushing him back down.
Now the hill dwarf heard the sharp clunk of heavy cross-
bow fire. Metal bolts raked the top of the breastwork where
many battered, exhausted hill dwarves gasped for breath. A
few, like Perian and Basalt, had dropped to the ground in
time. Most still stood, fully exposed to the lethal volley.
* * * * *
"To the brewery!" shouted Flint, Tybalt, Hildy, and ev-
eryone else who knew the plan. The stone walls of that
structure would provide a last bastion of security, though
they all realized that it meant leaving the town in the hands
of their rapacious enemy
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