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。 This only seemed to be enraging the beast further； and Pharaun had to suppress a grin。
With the blade now protecting him from attack； the wizard could cast a spell。 He gestured and uttered a few syllables； and instantly； he was surrounded by more than half a dozen exact duplicates of himself that flickered and spun about。
At the same time； a clay pot shattered right at the feet of the summoned creature； engulfing it in flames。 It screamed in pain and flailed about； and Pharaun was forced to back a few steps to avoid it as it went running to escape its torment。 Blinded by fire and pain； the fiendish creature charged over the side of the web street； vanishing into the void below。
Pharaun turned to assay the battle； his rapier still bobbing and weaving； waiting for a target； and the wizard nearly got his head taken off by a series of whirling blades。 This spell he knew well enough； for it was a favorite of the priestesses； but he doubted that any of the drow had cast it。 Two of the spinning blades tore through his piwafwi； nipping at his arm and creating quick； thin lines of blood。 Instinctively； he dropped to the ground； avoiding the full brunt of the spell； though several of his duplicates vanished after being struck。 The mage rolled out from beneath the spinning range of the spell and regained his feet。
Quenthel was nearby； a wand in one hand and her whip in the other。 She was slashing at a duergar with her whip； and at the same time； Pharaun noted； she was directing a glowing； floating apparition of a hammer about with the wand。 She swiped at the gray dwarf with her whip； and as he backed up to avoid the attack； she brought the hammer in from behind； slamming it into the back of his skull。 The duergar jerked once； his eyes rolled up into his head； and he crumpled to the ground。
Ryld maneuvered into view； swinging Splitter all around himself。 Pharaun could see that the Master of Melee…Magthere was engaged with three drow； and the way they were handling their own weapons； it appeared that Ryld had matched up with fellow weapons masters。 The three opponents stalked around him； feinting and jabbing； trying to get the warrior to over…mit on defense； but Ryld maintained his position； flowing from one stance to the next。 Pharaun could see that； despite the exhaustion that was apparent in Ryld's heavy breathing； there was also a gleam in the weapons master's eye。 It was taking every ounce of concentration Ryld had； but he actually seemed to be enjoying the challenge。
Black； waving tentacles appeared among Ryld and his three adversaries； and Pharaun watched as two of the writhing appendages latched on to the Master of Melee…Magthere； while several more slithered around the legs and ankles of his foes。 All four of the batants were trapped； and yet none of them was willing to lower his guard in order to try to free himself。
Reacting quickly； Pharaun yanked his wand free of his piwafwi and triggered it； sending five screaming points of light into the first of the two tentacles that held Ryld down。 The tentacle spasmed and vanished。 With a quick spin of his greatsword； Ryld cut through the second black； shiny appendage； then leaped into the air as more of the writhing things reached for him。 He levitated upward； out of range of the three weapons masters； who were struggling to free themselves。 Before they could； though； a handful of duergar closed in； firing crossbows at the helpless drow； and the dark elves went down quickly。
Pharaun could see that House Maerret's position had been pletely overrun。 Duergar had closed in on one side； and drow on the other。 The fight was simply a mad； whirling jumble of perhaps three dozen batants fighting for their lives。 What few remaining forces of House Maerret still survived were dropping quickly。 Opponents closed in from all sides； and soon enough； Pharaun was reunited with his panions as the circle that surrounded them drew tighter and tighter。
〃We're out of time；〃 Quenthel said； still swinging her whip and directing magical hammers at her foes。 〃Do something now； wizard！〃
〃You！〃 came an angry shout from behind Pharaun。 He turned to see who was making the motion； and standing there； facing Quenthel； was Ssipriina Zauvirr； glaring at all of them。 〃You are the reason for all of this！〃 she screamed； raising her mace and pointing at them。 〃You should never have e to Ched Nasad！〃
〃Zauvirr！〃 came a second angry shout； a much more gruff voice； from the other side。 Pharaun turned back the way he had originally been watching and spotted a large； well…armored duergar； one obviously of rank。 〃Foolish drow； I will see you dead！〃 the gray dwarf called。
〃Betrayer！〃 Ssipriina spat back。 〃I should have known better than to trust you； Khorrl Xornbane。 You can die with the meddlers。 Kill them；〃 she cried to her few remaining soldiers； who were massing in a line。 〃Kill them all！〃
〃Death to all drow！〃 Khorrl Xornbane roared； and motioned his handful of troops forward。
Pharaun's shoulders sagged。
We're never going to get out of here； he thought； swinging his magical rapier around。
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Thick black smoke from the burning stone was blinding Ryld； making it hard to see more than a few feet in any direction。 The battlefield had suddenly grown quiet。 There were no more explosions； no flashing bursts from the firepots。 Only the sound of steel on steel； but even that was greatly diminished。
He stepped forward to meet an onrushing contingent of gray dwarves。 To his left； Halisstra also entered the fray； her heavy mace and an impressive mithral shield held ready。 Quenthel took up a position on the warrior's other side； swinging her whip back and forth experimentally as she advanced。
The duergar； dozens of them； fanned out to meet the eclectic group； bloodlust plain in their eyes。 Two came directly at Ryld； battle…axes held high。 The weapons master parried the first swing at his shoulder and sidestepped a cut to the knees from his second foe。 He brought the greatsword down atop the axe； snapping the haft cleanly； but then had to shift his weight almost off…balance to avoid a punching dagger to the ribs。 Spinning； he kicked out with one booted foot； catching the gray dwarf square on the wrist and sending the dagger flying。
A third duergar loomed up behind Ryld； holding a length of chain that he spun in a circle over his head。 Ryld saw that the foe was eyeing his legs； so when the attack came； he managed to leap high enough that the metal links missed him and went skittering across the pavement。 In mid…leap； Ryld managed to turn pletely around； flicking his blade across the head of the first gray dwarf's axe； unable to knock it pletely loose； but nonetheless managing to force the batant off…balance。 As he landed； Ryld swung Splitter back around again； swiping at the chain…wielder's throat。 The duergar jerked back from the attack； reeling in his chain for another attempt then stiffened in pain as the head of Danifae's morning star came down squarely on his skull in an enchanted shower of sparks。 The creature slumped over as Danifae spun away to attack another foe。
Ryld maneuvered bac