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The eneroups, twenty or more to each of a row of hearths on the encaround -- what used to be a cart track running parallel to the city wall Paran judged that a path thirty paces ould take outwell over a hundred Pannions capable of responding If there were any capable officers aain, if there were any capable officers there the squads wouldn’t be cluone to ground The captain could no longer see therip on his sword, he checked back over a shoulder to scan the rest of the Bridgeburners Picker was at the forefront, a painful expression on her face He was about to ask her rong when detonations cracked through the night The captain spun round

Bodies writhed in the firelight of the now scattered hearths

Trotts loosed a quavering warcry

The Bridgeburners sprinted forward

More sharpers exploded, out to the sides now, dropping the mobbed, confused soldiers around adjacent hearths

Paran saw the dark for down a Pannions

Crossbows thunked in the hands of the dozen or so Bridgeburners who carried the the way, the Bridgeburners reached the charnel path, passed around the crouching sappers ere one and all readying the larger cussers Two drops of acid to the wax plug sealing the hole in the clay grenado

A chorus of muted hisses

’Run!’

Paran cursed Ten heartbeats suddenly seeest of the Moranth le one could make the intersection of four streets virtually impassable The captain ran

His heart alate directly ahead The thousand corpses were stirring Oh da!

’Don!’

The as Malazan, the voice was Hedge’s