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. He was charged by Fidelia, who cut him
down with a blow.
"A hill dwarf will never best a mountain dwarf," Pitrick
said, his tone threatening, challenging. Trembling with both
fear and joyous anticipation Pitrick raised his axe finally,
knowing that he could not defeat this hill dwarf with his
spells. Flint raised the Tharkan Axe and the weapon lit up
the courtyard.
Resolutely, the two leaders hammered their blades to-
gether. The hunchback was surprisingly strong, and both
dwarves staggered back from the impact of their combined
blow. The ringing noise filled the courtyard, and the hill
dwarf found a savage satisfaction in the clash.
Flint pressed quickly forward, feeling the heat of his own
weapon through his gloves. They clashed again, and once
again fell back from the resounded collision. Scowling in
concentration, Flint focused all his strength, his skill, and
his hatred against the repugnant derro before him. Again
and again he raised the blade high, driving forward with
earthshaking blows that Pitrick somehow deflected.
Flint sensed the fight around them stopping, as derro and
hill dwarf alike paused to watch the duel between their lead-
ers
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