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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. They were ready for him now. The bodies of their
fallen comrades had alerted them to the immediate threat.
No longer did they attempt to sneak through the brush.
Garrick estimated at least five adversaries, two of whom
were almost within striking distance. He steadied his hands
as best he could and blinked several times in a futile attempt
to clear his vision. He could hear the hiss of the draconians
as clearly as if they were breathing in his ears.
The first to pass him made the mistake of looking the
wrong way as it passed. Garrick nearly sheared its head off.
Unfortunately, his speed had slowed considerably. The
draconian petrified and fell, pulling the great sword from
the knight's weakened grasp even as it dropped.
Weaponless, Garrick's luck nevertheless remained with
him. The second draconian had been momentari ly stunned
by the sudden attack. Before it could react properly, Garrick
was already on it. They struggled fiercely, the draconian's
awkward build proving a disadvantage in hand-to-hand
combat on the ground. Only the knight's exhaustion evened
the contest.
There were shouts from all around, both human and
draconian. A patrol had arrived. Garrick was torn away
from his adversary, who remained on the ground, gasping
for breath
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