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You dive aside, but you are hit by the whirring tip of the sword, which slices through your cape and lays open your shoulder: lose 3 ENDURANCE points.

Gritting your teeth against the sharp pain, you grab the rear of the cannon and revolve it on its mounting until it points directly at the advancing Drakkarim marines. Their faces freeze with terror when they find themselves staring into the muzzle of their own formidable weapon. 'Death to the Darklords!' you cry, and pull the firing lever.

Turn to 285.

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