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"Stop!" he cried, groping for his axe.
But Perian, too, was beyond his control now. She felt for
her own weapon, remembering that her axe had fallen from
her hands. The march of the advancing derro sounded
around her, and she knew that the Theiwar would soon
come to their commander's rescue.
Desperately, her fingers reached toward her belt and
closed about the hilt of the small knife - her only weapon.
She raised it and slashed wildly, feeling a grim satisfaction as
the blade drove into Pitrick's hastily raised forearm. He
screamed and slumped backward, tearing the blade from
her grip.
Perian jerked away and saw the charging forms of black-
armored mountain dwarves in the darkness beyond Pitrick.
Some animal instinct in her wanted to stay, to keep striking
him until he was dead, but her rational side told her there
wasn't time.
She turned and sprinted toward the brewery, hearing the
savant's hysterical shrieks of hatred. She did not see him
reach for his amulet, though the blue light flared before she
could dart around the corner. Lightning crackled through
the night
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