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The sword was very heavy, and his chest was starting to
hurt more than usual. He tried to swallow, but it hurt too
much.
The elf held his pose, his arms reaching out to the
goblin from a crouched stance. Then he slowly let his arms
drop, and he stood up. "Fine," said the elf in a different, flat
voice. "I should have known better. I should have known.
This is the way you want it, so" - the elf raised his hands
into the air - "I have no choice."
The elf's hands began to glow.
The goblin's mouth fell open. He raised his sword -
and he couldn't remember his wish.
"ALIAKIADAM VITHOFO MILGREYA!" shouted the
elf. "SOMALITARAK CIONDIAMAL FREETRA - "
A huge, dark shape arose from the brush behind the elf,
its massive brown bulk and long horns silhouetted against
the light of the dying fire. The goblin saw the minotaur and
fell back with a wild cry. He landed on his backside and
knocked the wind out of his lungs. He didn't release the
sword, simply held it before him.
The minotaur swung its arms in a huge, rapid arc. The
black iron chain whipped around, struck the elf in the back,
smacking him like a giant's hammer. The elf was thrown
forward into the air, crashing in a heap on the ground
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