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Your sharp Kai reflexes save you from the spinning blade. It arcs over your head and scrapes the side of the cannon, drawing a line of sparks along the barrel before splashing harmlessly into the sea.

Acting on instinct, you grab the rear of the cannon and swing it around to face the onrushing Drakkarim marines. Their faces freeze in terror when they find themselves staring into the muzzle of their own formidable, doom-dealing machine. 'Death to the Darklords!' you cry, and pull the firing lever.

Turn to 285.

Text copyright © 1988 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1988 Brian Williams.