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.“Ineffective, but impressive.”He nearly swooned at the sheer speed and power of the claw slash, the three-taloned weapon swooshing right through him, screeching off the still-warm stone at his feet, tearing deep jagged grooves.“YOU ARE NOT REAL!” the wyrm cried, and Del took note of the slightest hint of distress in its godlike voice.“Yet here I stand,” Del started to respond, but the dragon was paying him no heed at all.“WHAT TRICK IS THIS, WIZARD?” the wyrm roared.“WHAT DISTRACTION? BUT YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE! YOU WHO DARED TO DISTURB THE SLUMBER OF SALAZAR SHALL NOT LIVE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!”“Oh, and it is a bright day,” Del remarked, for no better reason than to distract the wyrm again, to indeed distract it that his friends might hustle out of the caverns.Salazar ignored him though, and moved out of the chamber with awesome grace, seeming more a stalking cat than a bulky lizard.The ghost thought to follow, perhaps to pester the dragon all the way, or to dance about it in the coming confrontation in an effort to take some of the creature’s focus from his friends.Del couldn’t help a long glance at the treasure mounds, though, as splendid as anything he could ever imagine—at least in this form, on this world.And when he did glance back that way, a flash of gleaming white light caught and held his eye.There it was: the sword Belexus had described, stuck into the side of a huge pile of gold and silver coins.There could be no doubt about the identity of this blade, for there could be no other to match it in all the world.Despite his fears for his friends, Del found himself drifting toward the sword.He reached down tentatively and felt its shining hilt: bright, silvery steel woven with threads of the purest gold.Slowly, reverently, Del drew it forth from the pile, marveling at its blade—blue-gray, but edged on both sides with a thin line of roughly triangular diamonds, like little pointy teeth or—the thought suddenly came to Del from some far-off, fleeting memory—like little white-wrapped Hershey’s Kisses.He didn’t have to run his finger along that blade to recognize its sharpness; in fact, so wicked did it seem that Del was actually afraid to touch it, fearing that this sword would somehow transcend the boundaries of the material plane and his present spectral state and cut his digits clean away.Del had no idea of how strong he was in this condition, but he understood that this sword was incredibly light and perfectly balanced.He gave it a slow swing, marveling at the diamond light that trailed its swishing cut.Then he remembered, suddenly he remembered, that his friends remained in dire trouble.Off he went at full speed, and he heard the roar of Salazar, heard the “Oh, bother” of Ardaz, and knew that he had tarried too long.Belexus went forward in a roll, under the dragon’s bobbing chin, between its forelegs.He rose on his feet with a powerful thrust, driving his sword straight up and hoping that the beast would prove less armored underneath.No such luck, and as the blade jabbed, bent, and skipped harmlessly to the side, the ranger had to leap and dive again, out from under the dragon, for Salazar, no novice in battle, simply buckled its great legs, dropping its tonnage straight down.Belexus barely missed that crushing blow, and he came up hard and pivoted abruptly, bringing the sword in a mighty over-the-shoulder chop.Again the screech and the sparks, and this time, the ranger believed that he had actually cracked a scale.That realization brought little hope, though, for he was working hard, far too hard, for each swing, and the damage, even from this one, proved minimal at best.Even worse, the last hit only got the dragon angrier, if such a rage was possible, and even more animated.The great claws tore at the stone, bringing the creature in a devastating turn to keep up with running Belexus.The long, serpentine tail whipped about, smashing a rocky outcropping into a pile of broken rubble.And that turning head, trying to catch up to the ranger, held a blast of fire ready to incinerate the man.“Use yer lightning!” Belexus begged Ardaz, but the wizard, knowing that any offensive spell he might invoke would likely only anger the dragon even more—and even worse, might rebound off the solid scales, doing harm to Belexus or to Ardaz—was busy concentrating on his next defensive shell.Belexus came running back in a loop, the turning dragon’s head right behind, and the ranger dove again for the staff, catching it just as the fiery breath rolled over him.On and on it went, but this time, Ardaz and Belexus, protected by the shell, didn’t stand there screaming, but rather used the plumes of fire and smoke to slip away, into the next chamber.Then, when they had put the continuing fires behind them, they broke into a dead run.The dragon’s angry and frustrated roar signaled all too clearly that the beast was again in pursuit.“Ye keep going,” Belexus bade the wizard.“I’ll stop and slow the thing, and might that ye’ll find yer way out!”Ardaz grabbed him doubly tightly.“Oh no, no, no!” the wizard cried.“The wyrm will incinerate you, and hardly slow.Or maybe he’ll just run you over, flatten you in the corridor, on his way to get to me! You keep running with me, fool hero; I need your speed to help pull me along!”Indeed, the ranger’s stride was much greater than the old wizard’s, and Belexus was pulling Ardaz along at a great clip [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Ineffective, but impressive.”He nearly swooned at the sheer speed and power of the claw slash, the three-taloned weapon swooshing right through him, screeching off the still-warm stone at his feet, tearing deep jagged grooves.“YOU ARE NOT REAL!” the wyrm cried, and Del took note of the slightest hint of distress in its godlike voice.“Yet here I stand,” Del started to respond, but the dragon was paying him no heed at all.“WHAT TRICK IS THIS, WIZARD?” the wyrm roared.“WHAT DISTRACTION? BUT YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE! YOU WHO DARED TO DISTURB THE SLUMBER OF SALAZAR SHALL NOT LIVE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY!”“Oh, and it is a bright day,” Del remarked, for no better reason than to distract the wyrm again, to indeed distract it that his friends might hustle out of the caverns.Salazar ignored him though, and moved out of the chamber with awesome grace, seeming more a stalking cat than a bulky lizard.The ghost thought to follow, perhaps to pester the dragon all the way, or to dance about it in the coming confrontation in an effort to take some of the creature’s focus from his friends.Del couldn’t help a long glance at the treasure mounds, though, as splendid as anything he could ever imagine—at least in this form, on this world.And when he did glance back that way, a flash of gleaming white light caught and held his eye.There it was: the sword Belexus had described, stuck into the side of a huge pile of gold and silver coins.There could be no doubt about the identity of this blade, for there could be no other to match it in all the world.Despite his fears for his friends, Del found himself drifting toward the sword.He reached down tentatively and felt its shining hilt: bright, silvery steel woven with threads of the purest gold.Slowly, reverently, Del drew it forth from the pile, marveling at its blade—blue-gray, but edged on both sides with a thin line of roughly triangular diamonds, like little pointy teeth or—the thought suddenly came to Del from some far-off, fleeting memory—like little white-wrapped Hershey’s Kisses.He didn’t have to run his finger along that blade to recognize its sharpness; in fact, so wicked did it seem that Del was actually afraid to touch it, fearing that this sword would somehow transcend the boundaries of the material plane and his present spectral state and cut his digits clean away.Del had no idea of how strong he was in this condition, but he understood that this sword was incredibly light and perfectly balanced.He gave it a slow swing, marveling at the diamond light that trailed its swishing cut.Then he remembered, suddenly he remembered, that his friends remained in dire trouble.Off he went at full speed, and he heard the roar of Salazar, heard the “Oh, bother” of Ardaz, and knew that he had tarried too long.Belexus went forward in a roll, under the dragon’s bobbing chin, between its forelegs.He rose on his feet with a powerful thrust, driving his sword straight up and hoping that the beast would prove less armored underneath.No such luck, and as the blade jabbed, bent, and skipped harmlessly to the side, the ranger had to leap and dive again, out from under the dragon, for Salazar, no novice in battle, simply buckled its great legs, dropping its tonnage straight down.Belexus barely missed that crushing blow, and he came up hard and pivoted abruptly, bringing the sword in a mighty over-the-shoulder chop.Again the screech and the sparks, and this time, the ranger believed that he had actually cracked a scale.That realization brought little hope, though, for he was working hard, far too hard, for each swing, and the damage, even from this one, proved minimal at best.Even worse, the last hit only got the dragon angrier, if such a rage was possible, and even more animated.The great claws tore at the stone, bringing the creature in a devastating turn to keep up with running Belexus.The long, serpentine tail whipped about, smashing a rocky outcropping into a pile of broken rubble.And that turning head, trying to catch up to the ranger, held a blast of fire ready to incinerate the man.“Use yer lightning!” Belexus begged Ardaz, but the wizard, knowing that any offensive spell he might invoke would likely only anger the dragon even more—and even worse, might rebound off the solid scales, doing harm to Belexus or to Ardaz—was busy concentrating on his next defensive shell.Belexus came running back in a loop, the turning dragon’s head right behind, and the ranger dove again for the staff, catching it just as the fiery breath rolled over him.On and on it went, but this time, Ardaz and Belexus, protected by the shell, didn’t stand there screaming, but rather used the plumes of fire and smoke to slip away, into the next chamber.Then, when they had put the continuing fires behind them, they broke into a dead run.The dragon’s angry and frustrated roar signaled all too clearly that the beast was again in pursuit.“Ye keep going,” Belexus bade the wizard.“I’ll stop and slow the thing, and might that ye’ll find yer way out!”Ardaz grabbed him doubly tightly.“Oh no, no, no!” the wizard cried.“The wyrm will incinerate you, and hardly slow.Or maybe he’ll just run you over, flatten you in the corridor, on his way to get to me! You keep running with me, fool hero; I need your speed to help pull me along!”Indeed, the ranger’s stride was much greater than the old wizard’s, and Belexus was pulling Ardaz along at a great clip [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]