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Desperately he tries to avoid your arrow but it penetrates his armour and lodges in the side of his neck. He screams at the sudden pain and tears the offending shaft from his flesh, hurling it back at you contemptuously. Such fortitude is impressive but you can tell that he has suffered a serious wound. Feverishly he scoops the Lorestones into a small velvet sack which hangs from his swordbelt, and you shoulder your bow in favour of a hand weapon as you run forward to prevent his escape.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.