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Drizzt held his pose for several heartbeats, the devil iony on the end of his blade, hot blood bubbling fros to tear at the fiend’s organs, then he yanked the blade out

The legion devil crumbled to the floor and sizzled away into black s blood

Drizzt spun away to help Dahlia, but stopped short and watched in ad in a series of turns, and through every one and fro strike fro with crushing force The legion devil couldn’t ain and again, and by the tie, that devil, too, crumbled to the floor

She looked at Drizzt, and the two exchanged s?" Drizzt heard behind hi his head in disbelief He looked to the s to the dwarf, and so by the tiard his old friend, that dwarf had already picked up on the cue and started away at full, ra speed

Drizzt and Dahlia started to follow, but hadn’t gone two steps before a host of Ashmadai descended upon them

More to kill

His shield clipped the th, but still it cah force to take Bruenor’s one-horned helash his scalp in the process

But the dwarf got the better of that particular trade, his arish wound

They ca, and thrashing

But the fiend hadof its own volition, whipped about and banged repeatedly against the back of Bruenor’s arround in painfully against the dwarf, tearing the skin of his ar teeth …

Bruenor looked up and into its open mouth and up farther to those wild eyes, as the fiend bit down at hih, the dwarf responded with his own charge, his powerful legs driving hi jaws

Blood poured over his face--his own blood, Bruenor realized, but he knew, too, that he had put a solid smack into the face of his enemy

Arms wrapped around the devil, the dwarf handed his axe to his shield hand Then he brought his free hand back into his chest and pushed up, over the devil’s chest and under the stunned creature’s chin Bruenor drove on with all his ods within hiht

He threw Beealtiush of his own blood, Bruenor could barelydevil, or the smaller for upon the beast with abandon But he did hear a co call, a declaration of friendship he had known for so gered backward and shook his head, wiping the blood from his eyes It was Thibbledorf Pwent!

Of course it ent

It didn’t occur to Bruenor at that er should suddenly appear Indeed, to him the better question seemed to be, how could Pwent not be there, when Bruenor rym herself most needed him?

And so itPwent tearing at the devil’s skin, head spike buried deeply, fist spikes, knee spikes, toe spikes stabbing and jabbing and kicking, ridged ar lines of red skin wide open

Bruenor took up his axe, and for a moment it seemed as if he wouldn’t even be needed to finish the job

But Beealtimatuche was a pit fiend, a duke of the Nine Hells, a devil of extraordinary power

Pwent jerked when a poisoned tail barb popped into the back of his head He stopped thrashing and Beealti as the long hel at hi hard just to hold his balance

A backhand fro away, to slam hard into the wall beside the blasted door

Bruenor watched Thibbledorf Pwent slu atop everything else churning within the dwarf king--the history of Gauntlgryods of Dwarfhome, the essence of what it was to be a dwarf, a Delzoun dwarf, a Battlehaed in onceHe took brutal hits froed thehty axe The cha--not with other weapons or with shields, but with flesh They traded blows, each staggering after every hit, neither giving ground

Across caht his shield up and he ducked away, back and to his right, the --just enough to add to his spin and send hi Bruenor as he ca it up above his head And he careatin protest, senses jarred

Right between the turned-in horns went Bruenor’s descending axe, the power of Gauntlgryods, reaching through King Bruenor and through that blade

With a terrible crunch, the blade split Beealti the devil’s face And driving downthe devil down to its knees

Head lolling uncontrollably, the pit fiend still tried to stand

But Bruenor’s rage was not sated, and he thren his axe and shield and fell over the fiend, one hand grabbing its throat, the other slapping in against its crotch As Bruenor stood his full height, up into the air went Beealtiain--the power of the throne and the potion, the kings and the gods, no more--still he stood tall and still he pressed Beealtith

Bruenor stalked to the ledge He looked down into the fire pit of the pri back at him