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dragging him free。 He shoved and thrashed to speed the process along。
When he was able； he looked over at Ryld。 The hulking warrior was wrestling free of the net as well； though he lost hold of Splitter doing it。 The great sword fell point first； narrowly missed plunging through one of the Mizzrym warriors； and stuck pommel up in the smooth stone surface of the street。
〃We have to fall；〃 said Ryld。 〃If we just float here； they'll shoot and magic us to pieces。〃
〃Let's go；〃 Pharaun replied。
The masters released their holds and plummeted。 One of the soldiers hit Ryld with an arrow； but the missile failed to penetrate his armor。 A ball of flame exploded in the air； but Relonor had aimed too high； and the blast only made his targets flinch。 Pharaun used his House insignia to slow his descent just a little。 He thought that otherwise he'd break his legs。
As a result； he saw Ryld…who possessed a similar levitating talisman； his bearing the sigil of Melee…Magthere…reach the ground a moment ahead of him。 The Master of Melee…Magthere tucked into a ball； rolled； sprang up with short sword in hand； and lunged at the soldier who'd loosed the arrow。 The masked male leaped backward； dropped his bow； and whipped his scimitar out of its scabbard again。 While he was so ennotgaged； Ryld yanked Splitter out of the ground。
Pharaun landed。 Despite his attempt to cushion the impact； it slammed up his legs and sent him staggering。 As he fought to recover his balance； he noticed Relonor swirling his hands in a star…shaped pattern。
As the Master of Sorcere lurched upright； the other mage pleted his incantation。 A long； angular reptilian thing sprang from the palms of the older drow's outstretched hands as if they were the doorway to another world。 Wreathed in flowing blue flame； the monster charged Pharaun。
Relonor was a gifted mage but no marvel as a tactician。 In the excitenotment of the moment； he'd reflexively cast his favorite spell； and characternotistically for a Mizzrym retainer； it was an illusion。 He'd forgotten that his foe； born in the same House； might well recognize the sequence of mystic passes。 Of course； even if Pharaun hadn't； his silver ring would have shown him what sort of magic the other male was creating。
He ignored the phantasm and reached into a pocket to snatch a tiny crystal and mence a spell。 He ignored the apparition even when it lunged so close he felt the imaginary but searing heat of its halo of flame。
An intense coldness； visible in the fan of drifting ice crystals it instantly created； exploded from his hand。 It passed right through the reptile； dissinotpating the illusion in the process； and washed over Relonor。 It painted him with rime； and he fell backward。
Pharaun grinned。 Greyanna was a fool to accost him with so few renottainers in her train。 Didn't she realize that two masters of Tier Breche were more than equal to the worst that she and her four dolts could do？
The foulwing flapped its bat like wings and hopped closer to the melee。 As its legless body pounded down on the ground； Greyanna opened a leather bag and flung a handful of its contents into the air。
The falling motes flared with greenish light when they struck the ground。 Each seethed and sparkled upward like a spore instantaneously growing into a fungus。 In an instant； a number of animate skeletons stood upon the street。 They carried a miscellany of weapons and shields but shared a mon purnotpose。 As one； they oriented on the masters and advanced。
Shifting back and forth； Ryld cut the undead creatures down。 Pharaun took momentary shelter behind his friend； then the swordsman crie