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.The sheer power of the dwarf’s movement straightened the creature’s head back out and facing forward as the nightwing executed its magic, breathing a cone of freezing air before it.Unfortunately for the humanoid giant, it stood right in the path of the devastating cone of cold.The behemoth roared in protest and thrashed its arms to block the blinding and painful breath.White frost appeared all over the black skin of its head, arms, and chest, and strictly on reflex the giant punched out as the frantic night wing fluttered past, scoring a solid slam against the base of its wing that sent both bat and dwarf into a fast-spinning plummet.They soared over the stairs and off toward the towers, skipped off the top of one building and barreled into another, crashing down in a tangled heap.Thibble dorf Pwent never stopped shouting, cursing, or thrashing.Drizzt fought through the pain and wiped the blurriness from his bloodied eyes.He had no time to go after Pwent and the giant shadowy bat.None of them did, for the black-skinned giant was far from defeated.Bruenor and Torgar raced across the stairs, swatting at the tree-like legs with their masterwork weapons, and indeed several gashes showed on those legs, and from them issued grayish ooze that smoked as it dribbled to the ground.But they would have to hit the giant a hundred times to fell it, Drizzt realized, and if the behemoth connected solidly on either of them but once….Drizzt winced as the nightwalker kicked out, just clipping the dodging Torgar, but still hitting him hard enough to send him bouncing down the stone stairs, his axe flying from his grasp.Knowing that Bruenor couldn’t stand alone against the beast, Drizzt started for him, but stumbled, still weak and wounded, disoriented from the magical attack of the flying creature.The drow felt another magical intrusion then, a wave of soothing, healing energy, and as he renewed his charge Bruenor’s way, he managed a quick glance, a quick nod of appreciation, to Cordio.As he did, he noted Regis simply walking away, muttering to himself, as if oblivious to the events unfolding around him.As with Pwent, though, the drow had no time to concern himself with it, and when he refocused on his giant target, he winced in fear, for the behemoth chopped down its huge hand, leaving a trail of blackness hanging in the air, and more than opaque, that blackness had dimension.A magical gate.And one with shapes already moving within its inviting swirls.Drizzt took heart as Bruenor scored a solid hit, nearly tripping up the giant as it lifted a foot to stomp at him.The nightwalker howled and grabbed at its torn foot, giving Bruenor time to move safely aside, and more importantly, giving Torgar time to begin his charge back up the stairs, limping though he was.Drizzt, though, had stopped his own advance.The warnings of the priests echoing in his thoughts, the drow pulled forth his onyx figurine.He could see the dangers clearly, the instability of the region, the appearance of a gate to the Plane of Shadow.But as the first wraith-like form began to slide through that smoky portal, Drizzt knew they could not win without help.“Come to me, Guenhwyvar!” he yelled, and dropped the statue to the stone.“I need you.”“Drizzt, no!” Cordio cried, but it was too late, already the gray mist that would become the panther had begun to form.Torgar sprinted by the drow, taking the stairs two at a time.He veered from his path to the behemoth to intercept the first floating, shadowy creature to emerge from the gate, which resembled an emaciated human dressed in tattered dark gray robes.Torgar leaped at it with a great two-handed swipe of his axe, and the creature, a dread wraith, met that with a sweep of its arm, trailing tendrils of smoke.The axe struck home and the creature’s hand slapped across the dwarf’s shoulder, its permeating and numbing touch reaching into Torgar and leaching his life-force.Blanching, weaker, Torgar growled through the sudden weariness and pulled back his axe, spinning a complete circuit the other way and coming around with a second chop that bludgeoned the dread wraith straight back into the smoky portal.But another was taking its place, and Torgar’s legs shook beneath him.He hadn’t the strength to charge, so he tried to firm himself up to meet the newest wraith’s approach.Leaving Drizzt with a dilemma, to be sure, for while Torgar obviously needed his help, so did Bruenor up above, where the giant was moving deliberately, cutting off the dwarf’s avenues of escape.But the choice didn’t materialize, for there came a flash of blackness and time seemed to stand still for many long heartbeats.Light turned to dark and dark to light, so that the giant seemed to become a brighter gray in hue, as did Drizzt, and the dwarves’ faces darkened.Everything reversed, torches flaring black, and the hush of surprise engulfed the creatures of shadow and the companions alike.Guenhwyvar’s roar broke the spell.When Drizzt turned to see his beloved companion, his hope turned to horror, for Guenhwyvar, whiter than Drizzt or the behemoth, seemed only half-formed, and she elongated as she leaped for the second emerging wraith, as if she were somehow dragging her magical gate with her very form.She hit the wraith and went back into the shadow portal with it, and as those two portals merged into a weird weave of conflicting energies, there came another blinding burst of black energy.The wraith hissed in protest, and Guenhwyvar’s roar flooded with pain.The behemoth howled, too, its agony obvious.The portal stretched, twisted, and reached out to grab at the gigantic creature of shadow, as if to bring it home.No, Drizzt realized, his eyes straining to make sense through the myriad of free-flowing shapes, not to bring it home but as if to engulf the giant and swallow it, and the behemoth’s howls only confirmed that the assault of the twisting portals was no pleasant embrace.The giant proved the stronger, though, and the portals winked out, and the light returned to normal torch-and lichen light, and all was as it had been before the giant had enacted its gate and Drizzt had responded with one of his own.Except that the behemoth was clearly wounded, clearly off-balance and staggering.And not everyone had been frozen by the stunning events of the merging gates and the dizzying reversals of light and dark.Far up the stairs, King Bruenor Battlehammer seized the moment of opportunity.He came down like a rolling boulder, skipped out to the edge of a stair, and leaped as high and as far as his short legs would carry him.Drizzt charged at the behemoth, demanding its attention with a wild flurry of his blades and a piercing battle cry, and so the giant was fully focused on him when Bruenor’s axe, clutched in both his hands, cracked into its spine.The behemoth threw its shoulders back in pain and surprise, its elbows tucked against its ribs, its forearms and long fingers flailing and grabbing at the empty air.Drizzt’s charge became real, focused, and he went right for the giant’s most obviously injured leg, his scimitars digging many lines as he quick-stepped past.The behemoth whirled to follow the movements of the drow, and Bruenor could not hold on.His axe remained deep into the giant’s back as the dwarf flew off down the stairs.He crashed in a twisted mess, but Cordio was there at once, infusing him with waves of magical healing.The giant grimaced and staggered, and Drizzt easily got out of reach.He turned fast, thinking to charge right back in.But he paused when he saw a tell-tale mist reappearing by the small figurine lying on the stairs.The giant set itself again
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