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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. It was time to make his last stand, because to do
less would be a betrayal of the men who had ridden with
him. Arms shaking with fatigue, he swung his sword,
dripping with gore, and held the enemy at bay.
Two of the enemy came at him, one feinting to the left
and moving to the right. That man struck at the woman who
was busy fighting another adversary. Huma, sensing the
attack on her, dived between her and the man. The enemy's
blade slammed into Huma's armor near the shoulder,
cleaving it easily. Huma felt white-hot pain wash down his
side and into his chest as his blood spilled.
Huma held onto his sword with a super-human effort, and
swung it, catching the man in the side. There was a crunch
as the metal of the enemy's armor caved in. Drawing on all
of his strength, Huma twisted his blade free. But the force
caused him to stumble. He went to one knee and began
toppling forward. His hand shot out and held him up. Out of
the comer of his eye, he saw his opponent raising his sword
above his head like an axe. Huma didn't wait for the deadly
blade to fall; he rolled to his right, onto his wounded
shoulder, screaming in agony. At that same instant, he
thrust his own weapon upward into the stomach of the
Queen's soldier
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