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. His other hand tightened around
Tas's upper right arm, and he began twisting, a sadistic
smile on his face. "I'm tired of your voice, kender. But
I'll enjoy hearing your joints pop!"
The pain was intense and growing more acute every
second, but Tasslehoff would not allow himself to cry
out. His eyes were squeezed shut, but the pain and
tears forced him to blink.
It was then that he saw the face appear behind Den-
zil. It belonged to a huge, ugly, hairy creature, as ugly
as anything Tas had ever seen. With a sloping fore-
head, bulging teeth, pockmarked nose -- an ogre! As if
in a dream, Tas watched the creature's enormous,
knob-knuckled hand close around Denzil's right
shoulder. The huge hand twisted and there was a loud
"pop!"
Denzil flopped to the ground in pain and surprise,
releasing Tas's arm at the same time. Before he even
saw his attacker, the human let out a loud, shrill whis-
tle.
The large, powerful human spun around, but his
fury died when he stared up into the face of the even
larger ogre.
And then Scul was there, slicing with his sharp
hooves through the web of brush and vines behind the
ogre. Denzil maneuvered quickly so he was behind the
nightmare. Tasslehoff, still caught up in kender mili-
tancy, rushed forward and kicked Denzil behind the
knee. The surprised human toppled sideways. Tas
landed another kick to his lower back, yelling, "That
one's for Gisella!" then scurried away from the hu-
man's reach.
The ogre ducked and dodged away from the wind-
milling hooves
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