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.The gargoyles seemed to sense it, too.They came on more furiously and more directly, and Pratcus fell back as one crossed over Olgerkhan, the half-orc’s sluggish swing not coming close to intercepting it, and dived at the cleric.Pratcus threw his hands up defensively, expecting to be overwhelmed, but he noticed the gargoyle jerk awkwardly, then again.As the dwarf dodged aside, the creature didn’t react but just kept its current course, slamming face-first into the ground.Pratcus’s eyes widened as he noted two feathered arrows protruding from the dead gargoyle’s side.The dwarf scrambled to the northern lip of the hillock and saw his two missing companions battling furiously.Ellery guarded Mariabronne’s flank, her mighty axe cutting great sweeps through the air, taking the reaching limbs from any gargoyles who ventured too near.With the warrior-woman protecting him, Mariabronne, the legendary Rover of Vaasa, put his great bow to deadly use, sending lines of arrows soaring into the night sky, almost every one finding its mark in the hide of a hovering gargoyle.“I need ye!” Pratcus yelled down, and the two heroes heeded the call and immediately charged the dwarf’s way.Even that movement was perfectly coordinated, with Ellery circling around Mariabronne, protecting his rear and both flanks, while the ranger’s bow twanged in rapid order, clearing any enemies from before them.They joined Pratcus not a moment too soon, for Olgerkhan was near to collapse.The half-orc, down on one knee, barely managed to defend himself against a gargoyle that would have soon killed him had not Mariabronne’s arrow taken the thing in the throat.Beside the large half-orc, Arrayan, her spells depleted, stood with dagger in hand.She slashed wildly, her every movement off-balance and exaggerated, her every cut leaving openings in her defenses that any novice warrior could easily exploit.Ellery leaped to Arrayan’s side as the gargoyle bore down on the half-orc woman, its arms out wide to wrap her in its deadly embrace.That momentum halted when an overhand chop put the warriorwoman’s axe head deep into the gargoyle’s chest.Arrayan fell back with a squeal, tripping to the ground.Ellery noted a second creature’s approach and tried desperately to tear her axe free, but it got hooked on one of the dead creature’s ribs.Ellery reached across with her shield to fend it off but knew she wasvulnerable.The gargoyle’s shriek was not one of hungry victory, however, but of pain and surprise, as a pair of arrows knifed into its chest.Ellery managed to glance back and offer an appreciative nod to Mariabronne.The ranger didn’t notice, for he was already sighting his next target, bow drawn and arrow ready to fly.Beside him, Pratcus breathed a sigh of relief.Athrogate could not get to the globe in time, and Entreri watched helplessly as the four gargoyles disappeared into the darkness.Howls and shrieks erupted immediately, a flurry of claws slapping at flesh and a cacophony of opposing screeches, blending and melding into a macabre song of death.“Jarlaxle,” Entreri whispered, and he knew again that he was alone.“They do make a mess of it,” remarked a familiar voice, and Entreri nearly jumped out of his boots when he noted the dark elf standing next to him.Jarlaxle held a thin metallic wand tipped with a ruby.He reached out and spoke a command word, and a tiny pill of fire arched out at the globe of darkness.Noting the angle of the fiery pea and the approach of Athrogate, it seemed to Entreri almost as if the drow was tossing it to the roaring dwarf.Entreri thought to yell out a warning to Athrogate, but he knew that his call could do nothing to deter the committed warrior.The pea disappeared into the darkness.So did the dwarf.A burst of flame lit the night, erupting from the globe, and whenit was done, the darkness was gone and six gargoyles lay smoldering on the ground.Athrogate ran out the other side, trailing wisps of smoke and astream of colorful curses.“Tough little fellow,” Jarlaxle remarked.“More’s the pity,” said Entreri.Across the way, Canthan poked his head out of his extra-dimensional pocket and watched the goings-on with great amusement.He saw Ellery and Mariabronne charge to the aid of the dwarf cleric and the two half-orcs and was distracted by the roar of Athrogate— that one was always roaring!—as the dwarf bounded toward a globe of darkness [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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