r side of her head； and she was already dead； motionless； as she fell to the pavement。
〃We're surrounded！〃 Q'arlynd cried out。 〃Stand and fight！〃
He produced a wand and waved it； conjuring a sudden and violent tempest of ice fragments the size of Pharaun's head。 The chunks of ice pelted down on the front ranks of gray dwarves； beating them down and slicing them to ribbons amid cries of anguish。
In reply； the duergar began throwing more of the firepots into the ever…tightening mass of House Maerret drow； who were bunched together and made easy targets。 More and more of the gray dwarves appeared； forming ranks； establishing a shield wall in front so that the back ranks would have protection as they fired crossbows and hurled firepots and spells。
Pharaun had no idea where any of his panions were。 Everyone had been scattered in the initial panic of the attack。 He had no concerns that they couldn't take care of themselves； at least for the moment； but the longer they remained there； the less their chances became of escaping at all。 He spun in place； looking for a sign of any of them in the thickening smoke； when a creature materialized in front of the wizard； its back to him。
Pharaun's ability to note magical emanations made it clear to him that this creature had been summoned from somewhere； most likely the lower planes。 It was a huge thing； vaguely humanoid； covered with white fur and possessed of four arms。 It had a sloping brow and a flattened nose； but the most terrifying aspect was its gaping mouth and fangs。 The beast spun around； roaring in rage； and spotted the wizard。 Its red eyes glittered in delight as it lunged forward； claws outstretched； ready to rend the Master of Sorcere。
Pharaun fumbled to free his rapier； but the fiendish creature was on him too fast； and he took a painful slash across the shoulder that knocked him sideways several feet。 The wizard stumbled to the ground as the thing bounded forward again； pounding its chest with all four fists and roaring a challenge。
Goddess； Pharaun thought in a panic； scrambling backward and trying to activate his rapier。
From one side； a flash of movement caught the mage's eye； and Valas darted in behind the beast； raking both kukris along its hamstrings。 The beast roared in pain but amazingly； it spun around before Valas could blend into the surroundings； slashing at the diminutive scout with outstretched claws。
Pharaun heard the other drow grunt and watched him go sprawling from the force of the blow； but it bought him the time he needed to get his rapier free。 He mentally manded the thin blade to attack； and when it jabbed at the beast； which was looming over Valas； the creature snarled and spun back to see what had hurt it。 Valas scrambled to his feet and faded from sight。
The fiendish thing growled and roared； swiping at the dancing rapier； but the blade was too quick； darting and weaving and getting several pokes in。 Already； the white fur of the monster was tainted red from multiple wounds。 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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