Chapter 32 Chapter 27 Blind Revenge

"Smash! Smash!" the gigantic ogre roared at the elf, waving Aegis-fang. "Chop, chop," said the rough creature behind him, making it turn in surprise. "Uh?" The elf skirted the side of the ogre and froze in place, staring fiercely at the slender black figure that entered the room. Drizzt raised his hand slowly and pulled the wet shirt off the front of his face. The ogre's eyes widened in surprise, but the drow didn't even look at the brute.He was staring at the elf, into his blue, gold-flecked eyes, eyes that haunted him with a haunting familiarity, staring at him from behind a hole in a thin black mask, He expressed a strong hatred.

The ogre stammered a few more words, and finally said, "Drow!" "And no friends," said the Elf. "Smash him." Drizzt just stared at the elf, cutlass still in its sheath, trying to figure out where he'd seen those eyes before, where he'd seen the elf before.Why did the elf know immediately that he was the enemy, almost as if waiting for him? "He's come for your hammer, Brugge," said the elf mockingly. The ogre sprang into motion, its roar shaking the stone walls.It grabbed the hammer with both hands and slashed at the drow with all its might.Or tried to, as Aegis-fang arced upwards and slammed into the low ceiling behind the brute, knocking off a splinter that fell onto Bruegel's head.

Drizzt didn't move, didn't move his eyes that were staring deeply at the elf, and the elf didn't walk away, or even move closer to him. Brugg roared again, bending slightly.He tried to smash the drow again, and this time the hammer missed the low ceiling, hitting it down extremely hard. Drizzt was standing slightly sideways to the brute, and he jumped up and rolled sideways towards the ogre, inside the angle of the blow.As the drow approached, he drew his scimitar and landed lightly, leaning towards Brugge, stabbing several times, and slashing before slipping out to the side close to the elf.

The ogre easily withdrew Aegis-fang with one arm, while trying to grab the drow with its free hand. Drizzt was too fast to catch, and Brugg reached out to give chase, and the drow swooped back, and still looking at the ogre, slashed twice at the exposed hand. Brugg wailed and withdrew his bloody hand, but suddenly charged forward with ferocity, flailing Aegis-fang frantically. Drizzt fell to the ground and crawled forward, then stood up and walked around the ogre's huge body. At the same time, he slashed Brugger's hip twice in a row.He stopped suddenly, however, and drew back hastily, anticipating the charge of the elf, now armed with a fine short sword and dagger.

But the elf just smiled at him and continued to stare. "Brugg smashed you!" roared the stubborn ogre, turned and jumped off the wall, and rushed towards Drizzt again. The Fang of Aegis swung left and right, but Drizzt was now in his perfect fighting mode, and he certainly did not underestimate this monster—with the Fang of Aegis in his hands, he would not underestimate it. After almost losing to a smaller ogre on the edge of the tower outside, he wouldn't underestimate. The drow ducked to avoid the first blow, then the second, and both times he was able to lightly stab the ogre's huge forearm.

Brugge swung again, and Drizzt dropped to the ground again.Aegis-fang struck the fireplace stone, prompting Regis to cry out - still in the chimney - which caught Drizzt in a worried fright. Drizzt pushed forward, but the ogre didn't flinch from the thrusts, accepting the blow in exchange for a solid blow to the drow's puny head. The Fang of Aegis swung backhand swept down obliquely, almost hitting Drizzt, almost smashing his head into pieces. He thrust hard again, and rushed out to the side, but the ogre looked unharmed at all, though his blood was gushing from many wounds. Drizzt had to wonder how many more hits it would take to crush the monster.

Drizzt had to wonder how much time he had before others rushed in to help the ogre. Drizzt had to wonder when the elf, who seemed so confident, would decide to join. The Son of Beornegar charged along the winding path, calling aloud to Tempus, his god of war, the light that guided his way as a warrior.The road to his right was sometimes empty, sometimes blocked by a low stone wall, and the rest sloped gently down to give him a wider view of the hill. It also gave the archers hiding in the high rocks a clearer line to shoot him. But Wulfgar ran on, coming to a point where the road stretched horizontally.In a larger area around the corner ahead, he heard the ogre slinger.The savage prayed silently to Tempus, and he rushed straight on, bellowing when the brut saw him, and crouching when the startled ogre threw stones at him.

Seeing the boulder fly over its target, the ogre reached for a heavy club, but Wulfgar was too fast for the brut to reach its weapon.The barbarian was too enraged, too full of desire to fight, for the ogre to take a blow from the pheasant's knife.The weapon struck solidly with tremendous force, cutting deep into the ogre's chest, sending it back against the wall, where it fell to the end of its life. But when Wulfgar jumped back, he realized he was in trouble.Because of that powerful blow, he felt the handle of the long pheasant knife break off.It wasn't completely shattered, but Wulfgar knew that the overall structure of the weapon had suffered serious damage.To make matters worse, a rock against the mountain at the back of the clearing suddenly rolled to the side, revealing a passage.Out of it came another half-ogre, roaring and rushing forward.A small, ugly human ran out beside it, followed by a strong-looking woman with red hair.

The savage fell back, an arrow scraping the stone beside him.He knew that in this uncovered place he had to stay close to the wall. He walked up to the half-ogre, then stopped quickly as the brut dropped his head and shoulders and tried to ram him.How happy Wulfgar felt now, that he had been trained by Drizzt Do'Urden, that he had learned how to turn an angle cleverly and deftly, not just take every blow and retaliate.He simply slid sideways, leaving his outstretched leg in front of the off-balance monster.Then, as the half-ogre staggered and stumbled past him, he turned and thrust the butt of his weapon into the half-ogre's armpit, pushing as hard as he could.

Wulfgar breathed a sigh of relief as the brut charged straight ahead, over the front edge of the clearing, and tumbled over the rocks there.He didn't know how far the brut would fall from the side of the mountain, but he knew it would stay out of the fight for at least a while. Which was a good thing, because the human pirate was there stabbing with a dreadful sword, and Wulfgar had to fend off the sharp point.To make matters worse, the red-haired woman came forward, her sword dancing deftly, rolling around the parrying pheasant knife and jabbing so hard that Wulfgar fell back. She is a good hand.Wulfgar realized immediately.Even if he had hope, it would be exhausting.So the Savage took a risk and stepped forward suddenly to receive a light stab from the man in profile.

The thrust was weak, however, because as soon as the man began to attack, Wulfgar swung the weapon out with his right hand and slammed it straight, landing on the pirate's face just as he began to smile.Before he could thrust his sword deep into the side of the savage's body, he flew out, collapsing on the stone. That left Wulfgar and Sheila Kree - Wulfgar realized that this was the pirate leader.How he wished she was holding the Fang of Aegis instead of this fine-edged sword.How happy he would be if he could summon the hammer from her now and hit her back! In fact, the barbarian had to fight his way out against the pirate fighters, since Sheila was clearly no novice to combat.She slashed and stabbed, and spun around for a full circle, stabbing Wulfgar's neck with the slash.The Savage found himself forced to retreat out into the open when an arrow fell and struck him again in the shoulder. Sheila broke into a smile. A huge ogre emerged from a hole in the side of the mountain.Another roar came from above, and another from behind Wulfgar, not far below the hill—he knew that the half-ogre he had tripped over was returning. "I need you!" the desperate Savage called to his friends, but the wind stole all the strength from them. He knew Catti-brie and Bruno probably couldn't hear him no matter where they were.He felt the hilt of the pheasant knife splinter more in his hand, and believed that the weapon would break in his hand at the next blow. He pushed forward again, leaping to the left, trying to delay the ogre's entry into the fray as long as possible.But then he saw another figure coming out of the hole, it seemed to be another human pirate, and he knew it was over. Drizzt hit his mark again and again, taking advantage of the cramped spaces and low ceilings against the gigantic ogre.The drow knew that this guy would be a tougher opponent outdoors, especially with the Fang of Aegis in his hand.But here, he now had the means to deal with the speed of the ogre, the drow were too fast and too experienced. Brugg howled and was cut and wounded, and the ogre started calling for the elves to jump in and help. The elf did step forward, and Drizzt had a new strategy ready, having just figured out a way to keep the ogre between him and this new opponent.Before the drow could implement his strategy, however, the ogre suddenly staggered.A fresh, deeper gash appeared behind Brugger's hip, and the elf smirked. Drizzt looked at the elf in amazement, as did the ogre. The elf stretched out his sword nimbly again.The ogre howled and turned, but Drizzt was waiting, his cutlass driven deep into the monster's waist. The hapless Brugg ran back and forth, dodged by two skilled fighters, never recovering from his initial surprise and mortification. Soon, the big ogre fell heavily and lay motionless. Drizzt stood opposite the huge corpse and stared at the elf.The points of his scimitars were lowered toward the ground, but he had them ready, not sure of the man's motives and intentions. "Perhaps I am a friend," said the elf in a mocking but insincere tone. "Or maybe I just wanted to kill you myself, growing impatient with Brugger's poor achievement against you." Now Drizzt was spinning in circles, and so was the elf, moving around Bruegel's body, keeping it in the middle as a barrier to potential enemies. "It seems that only you can answer which possibility it is." The elf snorted mockingly. "I have been waiting for this moment for ages, Drizzt Do'Urden," came the startling reply from the elf. Drizzt took a deep breath.He's here as a challenger, perhaps having heard of his abilities and reputation and ready to fight him.This was not a fellow to take lightly—he had seen the warrior's deft movements against Bruegel—but the drow suddenly remembered that he had more urgent tasks here than this battle, and remembered that There are others to depend on him. "This is not the time for personal challenges," he said. "Now is the time," answered the Elf. "Just as I planned!" "Regis!" cried Drizzt. The drow lunged forward, bringing both scimitars into one hand, and with the other, grabbed Aegis-fang and threw it into the fireplace.The halfling jumped down and grabbed it, pausing only to see the first turn of the fight, the elf leaping towards Drizzt, sword and dagger flashing. But Drizzt dodged it in the blink of an eye, the scimitar outstretched, ready and firmly in a perfect defensive stance. Regis knew he had no place in this great battle, so he put away his hammer, climbed up the chimney again, and then climbed down another branch road, leading to the apparently empty room they had scouted earlier. . The wind was blowing just right, so Catti-brie finally heard Wulfgar's desperate cry for help.She knew he was in trouble, and she could hear the battle above, and could see the half-ogre climbing, almost back to the edge. She had jumped the ravine and reached the winding path, but was held back by a hail of arrows that were shot down at her. At this moment, Guenhiffa finally took shape, but before Catti-brie could give the panther an order, she shot an arrow at the big cat.Guenhive jumped away with a roar. Then Catti-brie tried to emerge from the side of the mountain at every opportunity, and shot a mighty arrow.Her arrow burst through the stone, evidently hitting one of the archers, as was evident from the cry of pain and surprise.But there were many of them, and she was blocked from reaching Wulfgar. She did manage to sneak out and shoot an arrow at the half-ogre, who was stubbornly crawling back to Wulfgar's position, and her arrow sank into the monster's hip, causing it to slide down the slope again. But Catti-brie took an arrow for the victory, piercing her forearm.She screamed back to the wall.She held the arrow shaft carefully, then watched and held it firmly.Growling against the pain, she pushed the arrow out.Catti-brie reached for her bag and pulled a bandage, wrapping her arm tightly. "Where are you, Bruno?" she said quietly, fighting against despair. They were reunited and then separated forever, which seemed to her more than a small possibility. "Oh, go to him, Guan," the woman pleaded quietly, knotting the bandage and flinching in pain as another arrow was nocked. He fought valiantly, purely on instinct, without anger, without fear.But he was hit again and again, and though none of them were serious wounds, Wulfgar knew it was only a matter of time before they defeated him - a very short time.He sang of Tempus, a name he felt fitting to sing at his death, and hoped the deity would accept it. Red-haired pirates and ogres pressed upon him, his weapon snapped in his hands, and a third opponent was fast approaching, and the son of Beornegar was sure to be finished this time. No one could get to him in time. He was glad, at least, that he could die an honorable death in battle. He was hit by the red-haired pirate, stung, then had to spin quickly to block the ogre, and just as he turned, he knew it was over.He was leaving an opening for Sheila Kree to cut him down. He glanced back to see the fatal blow. Wulfgar smiled, satisfied for the first time in years. The exclamation from above gave Catti-brie a clue, and she leaped boldly out of the open. There, above her, the mighty Guenhwyvar charged toward the archer's hideout, taking sharp arrow after sharp arrow, but never dodging, never slowing down.Then the archers stood up, so the woman wasted no time in shooting an arrow into the side of one's head before bringing down the other. She took aim at the third, but missed, as Guenhwyvar leaped into hiding, sending the archers scattered.One man tried to climb the back wall, higher up the hill, but a huge black claw caught the back of his leg and dragged him down again. Another jumped over the edge of his hiding place, preferring to fall tumbling over the pathetic fate of the panther.Desperately trying to control his slide, he was finally able to hold onto a rock. Right in Catti-brie's sight. At least, he died quickly. Sheila Kree was going to kill him, it was obvious, her sword slashing at Wulfgar's exposed flank. But the pirate leader had to pull back before he could hit his target, as his legs wrapped around her waist and a pair of daggers stabbed hard at the sides of her neck. The seasoned pirate bent forward and rolled the cunning assassin over her. "Morik, you wretch!" she yelled, and the rogue rolled, a roll that brought him to his feet next to Wulfgar, bloody dagger clutched in his hand. Sheila staggered back, relieved a little by the passing of more of her warriors. "Kill them both!" she screamed as she staggered back into the caverns. "Just like it used to be, huh?" Morik said to the stunned Wulfgar, who was already fending off the ogres attacking him again. Wulfgar could hardly respond.At this unexpected relief, he just shook his head. "Like the old days?" Morik said again, now caught in a fight with two wretched pirates. "We didn't win many battles before," Wulfgar reminded him tartly, for the disparity was far from even. Drizzt spun his two knives to block for a while, then gradually flipped and changed angles, from a defensive posture to a more aggressive posture, forcing the elf to retreat. "Well done," the elf congratulated, stepping over one of the fallen Brugger's legs. "I don't even know your name yet, and you hold such a hatred for me," the drow pointed out. The elf laughed at him. "I'm Le'lorinel. It's the only name you'll ever need to hear." Drizzt shook his head, staring into those strained eyes, half recognizing them but not being sure. He was back in the fight, as Le'lorinel leaped forward, the sword dancing wildly. The sword came for Drizzt's head, and he pushed it away with the raised scimitar.Le'lorinel flipped the sword under the drow's curved blade and thrust forward with the dagger in his left hand, a fine move. But Drizzt is stronger.He accepts the cunning flip on the blade, and instead of attempting to move his second blade in front of him to poke the dagger away, he swerves to the right, extends his scimitar to the middle, and pushes across the opponent's sword, forcing the opponent to move And change the stabbing of the dagger. The drow's second blade swung forward, slashing at the elf's side. The blade bounced off.Drizzt felt as if he were chopping stone. The drow rushed out of the perimeter, looking at Le'lorinel who was turning around and smiling.He understood the magic at once, for he had seen mages use it.So, this elf is a magic swordsman, that is, a warrior who is trained in both magic and martial arts? Drizzt leaped over the bloodied chest of the fallen Brugger and retreated quickly to the back of the room, near the fireplace. Le'lorinel continued to smile, and raised a hand, whispering something Drizzt couldn't catch.The ring shone brightly, and the elf moved faster under the acceleration of another spell. Oh yes, this guy really came prepared. Regis tossed Aegis-fang onto the burning logs below, then crawled as low as he could, rolled over so that his head went down first, and clung to the edge of the fireplace, swinging himself out.His feet kicked through the flames, and he was happy in his thick winter boots instead of walking barefoot as he usually does. The halfling scanned the room, seeing exactly what Drizzt had described.He reached back, pulled Aegis-fang from the fire, and started across the room, toward the ajar door. He walked across quietly and entered a smaller room, which was a bit like an alchemy workshop.There was another door around which daylight poured in. The halfling ran to it, grabbed the handle, and pulled it away. He was then hit in the hip and back by a series of stinging and searing explosions.With a scream, Regis climbed onto a natural balcony, but there was nowhere for him to escape.He saw the battle almost directly below, so he threw the hammer as far as he could, which wasn't very far, and he yelled at Wulfgar. Regis scrambled back, not even looking at the hammer as it bounced and fell.Then he saw the witch, and her invisibility magic dissipated.She was glaring at him from the side of the room, hands waving, in the middle of casting another spell. Regis screamed and ran out of the house, into another room, at first toward the fireplace, then toward another door. The air around him became filled with floating strands of sticky string.The halfling changed direction again and ran for the hearth, hoping its flames would consume the enchanted screen.Yet he didn't come close at all, his steps got smaller and his momentum was stolen. He was captured and wrapped in a magic net, which bound him so tightly that he couldn't even breathe. The witch was there, in front of him, inches away from the netting.She raised a hand, and brought a gleaming dagger to Regis' face. Another archer fell.Catti-brie put another arrow on the bow regardless of the burning pain and pressure in her arm. More archers appeared above Guenhuffa.As she aimed at that location, she noticed movement in a more dangerous location, a platform high above where Wulfgar had fought. Catti-brie spun around, nearly launching. It was Regis, retracting - and Aegis-fang fell down! Catti-brie held her breath, expecting the hammer to bounce all the way into the sea, but it stopped suddenly, resting on a small platform to the side above. "Call it!" she cried repeatedly. She glanced at the lower platform where the archers were, knew Guenhwyvar was still fighting, and ran down the path. Drizzt reached the fireplace, knelt down on one knee and stopped the movement, pinning Ice Death to the stone floor and into the blazing fire.His arm drew out, then in, then out again, throwing a burst of projectiles at Le'lorinel.Hit once, then hit again.The elf blocked the third blow, a spinning stick, but the round slammed across the elf's blade, breaking it, each segment spinning and flying to hit once. None of it was serious, even without the protection of Stoneskin, and none of it was serious, but every blow, every blow on the elf's body, removed a little bit of the protective magic. "Very clever, drow!" Le'lorinel congratulated, and the elf warrior rushed forward, swinging his sword at the bent drow. Drizzt grabbed the knife and began to stand up, then fell back to the ground and kicked, barely hitting Le'lorinel in the shin. Drizzt then had to roll to one side and flip backwards, stopping against the wall.Immediately, he raised his double knives, jingling, catching a series of strong attacks from Le'lorinel one after another. Wulfgar fought the ogre, and the Pheasant Knife broke in his hand. Off to the side, Morik also found himself cornered by two pirates, both wielding menacing scimitars. "We can't win!" shouted the rogue. "Then why did you help me?" Wulfgar replied. Morik found his next words stuck in his throat.Why on earth is he fighting Sheila Kree?He was visible again on the downward sloping ramp from Choguruga's room, and even then it wasn't hard for him to find a shady spot to sit and watch the fight.Cursing at his decision, now he had to see it as a stupid one, the rogue leaped forward, dagger flashing.He turned when he landed, causing his black cloak to fly. "Run!" he shouted, throwing the cloak behind as a pair of cutlasses slashed at it.He slipped behind Wulfgar, moving between two huge boulders, toward the path. Then he came back to the little clearing, yelling, "Not over there!" as another ogre sped after him. This new enemy seemed to be joining the fray, Wulfgar groaned—he noticed another moving figure beside Morik. But that's not an ogre. Bruenor Warhammer jumped onto the rock as Morik passed beneath it.The dwarf held the ax with both hands behind his back, and he aimed at the ogre as the ogre, who didn't know what to do, hurried past. Click! The sound of the blow was like splintering rock, and everyone in the clearing stopped fighting for a moment to see the wide-eyed red-haired dwarf standing on the rock, his ax buried deep in a cannibal. The head of the ogre, the ogre still stood there only for the strong dwarf to hold it up, trying to pull the ax out again. "Isn't that a beautiful sound?" Bruenor called to Wulfgar. Wulfgar shook his head, returning to fending off the ogres, now joined by two pirates. "It took you too long!" he replied. "Stop complaining!" Bruno yelled back. "My daughter saw your hammer, you big fool! Summon it, boy!" The ogre in front of Wulfgar stepped back to gain some room to charge, roared defiantly, raised its club, and charged forward. Wulfgar threw the ruined pheasant knife at the monster, which caught it in its chest and arms, flinging the shards aside. "Oh, that's great!" Morik groaned, stepping back behind Wulfgar, rounding to engage the two pirates. But Wulfgar didn't hear the lament, nor the threat of the enraged ogre, but called out.He believed Bruno's words. "What do you do now, weak fellow?" said the ogre, though by the time it had finished asking, its expression changed quite a bit.A well-forged hammer appeared in Wulfgar's waiting palm. "Accept," the barbarian pointed out, flying out his hammer. The ogre tried to catch the blow with its chest and arms as if it were a splintered pheasant, tried to absorb the blow, and pushed the hammer aside. But this is not a broken long pheasant knife. The ogre didn't know why and then it sat by the wall, unable to breathe. Wulfgar raised his hand high in the air, calling for the hammer again. Then it fell into his grasp, and warrior and weapon became one. A scimitar came at him from the side, and Morik called for warning. Wulfgar swung his warhammer downward, knocking the incoming scimitar away.Wulfgar turned the weapon over and swung it outward, with perfect balance, as if the hammer were an extension of his own arm. A pirate flew out. The other turned and fled, but Morik caught up with him before he could reach the entrance, and stabbed him down. Another ogre came out of the cave and glared menacingly at Morik beside him, but a blue light passed between the barbarian and the rogue, knocking the brut back in. The friends turned to see Catti-brie standing there, bow in hand. "Xiao Guan is on top to clean them up," the woman explained. "The slander is up there, and probably needs us!" Bruno growled, gesturing to them. They ran up the road and continued winding around the mountain.They came to another level, in a wide area, a huge door was embedded in the mountain, facing them. "Not this one," Morik tried to explain. "Big ogre..." The rogue fell silent, as Bruenor and Wulfgar rushed to the door, a hail of hammer and ax chopping the wood to splinters. The two walked in. Choguruga and her servants were waiting. Their weapons danced into blurred shadows, clanging and clanging against each other in unison.With magical acceleration, Le'lorinel was able to match Drizzt's dizzying speed, but unlike the drow, the elf wasn't used to such lightning-quick reflexes. The scimitar flicked from left to right, and then straight forward. Drizzt stabbed Le'lorinel hard in the chest. Without that kind of stone-like magical blessing, the elf would be finished. "How many more strokes to stop?" the drow asked, more confident now, his steps sliding around Le'lorinel's defensive perimeter. "We don't need to do that." But the elves show no signs of stopping. Drizzt slashed out with his right hand, and then, as Le'lorinel circled to the right to parry, he turned too, four blades intersecting, and both of them bounced away from the spin. Drizzt rested the blade on the elf's sword, pressing down on Le'lorinel's sword.When the elf lunged forward as expected, the drow jumped up and somersaulted, skipping the attack, dropping low as his feet landed, the sword whizzing past his head.Drizzt slashed out, hitting Le'lorinel in the hip, and then, as the elf retreated, he kicked out, hitting his knee hard. Le'lorinel screamed in pain and stumbled back a few steps. Magic was abolished.The next scimitar strike will draw blood. "There's no need for that," Drizzt said politely. Le'lorinel glared at him, then smiled again.The ring was raised again, and the elf spoke a word, and it shone again. Drizzt rushed forward, wanting to avoid the trap that would arise, whatever it was. But Le'lorinel was gone, lost from view. Drizzt slid to a halt, eyes widening in surprise.Instinctively, he called upon his magical powers, his natural drow abilities, to conjure a dark orb around him, filling the room and putting him on equal footing with the invisible warrior. As Le'lorinel expected, he would.Now, with the ring's fourth spell unleashed—the most sinister of the four—the invisible elf form was once again outlined in blazing fire. Drizzt moved forward, twirled and slashed in a pattern, as he had learned long ago when he fought blindly.Every attack is also a parry, his scimitar rotates outwards and opens. He listened and heard the sliding of feet. He was there in an instant, his knife dinged against the parrying sword, and he was taken aback by the clumsy resistance of the sword. He believed the elves had miscalculated, making the fight a huge advantage for the experienced drow. He strikes with outstretched arms, striking left and right, keeping his opponent in front of him. A blow to the right, then another to the left, and Drizzt turned abruptly after his second swing, swirling and slicing his right knife as he circled back. He knew the victory was his, judging from the position of the sword and dagger that resisted, the elf was crushed and dragged, defenseless. His scimitar struck Le'lorinel's side, tearing flesh. But at the same instant, Drizzt also received a blow in the side. Unable to back off or slow the attack, Drizzt had to finish the move, the scimitar snapping off a rib, tearing apart a lung and slicing across the elf's chest. The same wound ran across the drow's chest. Just as the pain burst out of him, as he stumbled back, tripped over Brugger's leg and fell hard on the ground with his back against the wall, Drizzt knew what was going on, he recognized the fireshield Spell, an evil spell that inflicts damage on anyone who hits the caster. He lay there with a failing lung on one side and a great loss of life blood. Across the way, Le'lorinel groaned. Like Drizzt, he was dying.