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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. Skorm shouted a command in a harsh
voice.
Two of the men sidled around Darll, keeping out of
range of his sword. One of them raised a throwing mace
and swung it with a deadly whir.
Graym, desperate, flung the axe end-over-end. It
thunked handle-first into the mace-swinger, knocked him
senseless.
Darll leapt over the fallen man, stepping on his back.
"Officer material," he grunted, and wrapped his dangling
manacle chain around the other man's sword and pulled.
The sword flew out of the man's hand.
Darll shouted back to Jarek. "Pick up his sword!"
Jarek picked it up, dropping his own sword. Graym
punched an opponent in the stomach and doubled him over,
sent him stumbling into two men behind him.
The men staggered back and raised their swords,
jumping at the Wolf brothers, who were closest.
Fanris and Fenris looked at the armored, bone-covered
sword-carrying men. Panic-stricken, the brothers both
shrieked, "We surrender!" and tossed their maces in the air.
The maces hit each man squarely in the head. Fenris
and Fanris looked at each other in relief and turned to run
away.
The remaining men, daunted by five berserkers crazed
enough to charge an entire army, fled.
Skorm turned his skull face toward Graym. The grave-
robber charged, aiming a vicious two-handed sword straight
for Graym's heart.
Darll yelled, "The axe!" picked it up, and threw it.
Graym caught the axe by the thong, just as it struck
Skorm's sword and shattered the blade. Graym grabbed the
axe handle clumsily, and smacked Skorm on the head
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