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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
Atec Март 01 2008 15:11:25
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Huma had ridden forward, head bowed like a man in a
high wind, the dragonlance held point down. He had ridden
into the hordes of women, ridden unharmed through the
illusion of their arrows and the illusion of their swords. He
had ignored all that, attacking into the ranks of the black-
robed men behind them, scattering some and killing others.
He'd chopped them down so that they could never use their
powers for evil again. As the magic-users ran, or died, the
illusions they had created vanished.
His army had stopped running then, turning to look at
the empty plain. A few men, killed by their own fear or
trampled under the feet of their friends, lay dead. Huma and
a beautiful woman with silver hair stood alone, the Queen
and her army having escaped the onslaught because of the
illusions.
- Now Huma sat behind his army, watching them
pressing the Queen's men, killing them in large numbers.
Hacking them to pieces. Pushing the enemy back toward the
obsidian obelisk and the Queen.
There came a crack of thunder. Clouds began boiling
overhead, coalescing from the clear blue. Crimson clouds
that turned brown and black before shooting into yellows
and oranges. Lightning flashed as the thunder boomed
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