ues shot a flight of whistling quarrels； and the Freth warriors responded in kind。 The renegades had the advantage of their elevated platform； and the solnotdiers； of numerical superiority； but neither volley dropped more than a smattering of its targets。 The batants were too well armored； by metal； magic； or both。
Eager to see if swords would serve where the darts had failed； the Freth soldiers howled a battle cry and charged。 Most of them； anyway。 In his deep； booming voice； Welverin ordered some of the troops back outside to find their way around to the entrances the traitors had used and attack them from the rear。 Not a bad idea； but Pharaun thought the warriors had a good chance of getting lost instead
Whirling loose lengths of chain； eight kytons； each a match for a dozen ordinary fighters； leaped down off the stage to meet the oning foe。 The rogues remained on the platform with Syrzan； where they started renotloading their crossbows with the obvious intention of shooting down into the melee。
Pharaun decided he wouldn't allow that。 He levitated above his notrades； thus obtaining a clear shot at the dais。
He felt a twinge in the center of his forehead； but only for a second。 As he'd expected； Syrzan had attacked first with a psionic thrust； not realizing its foe had warded himself against such effects with apposite talismans and spells。
This time； the Mizzrym thought； you'll have to fight me charm to charm and spell to spell。
To his surprise； he received an answer； a telepathic voice grating and buzzing inside his mind。
So be it； mammal； the alhoon said。 Either way； I'll have revenge on the wretch who condemned me to exile yet again。
Even as he attended to Syrzan's threat； Pharaun was murmuring an innotcantation and manipulating a little steel tube。 A bright pellet of flame hurtled from the open end； expanding into a skull…sized orb as it flew。 It smashed into one of the renegades on the dais； rebounded； and struck annotother。 It bounced and slashed back and forth across the platform； sowing a zigzag trail of sparks and afterimage in its wake； striking everyone。 Before it winked out of existence； it killed a good many of the rogues or turned them into reeling； flailing living torches； whom their own allies had to slay lest they ignite them as well。 Syrzan； however； was unaffected。
Below his feet； Pharaun glimpsed the clash of stabbing； cutting blades and spinning chains。 As they flailed at their adversaries； the kytons； who resembled oozing； festering corpses within their coiled armor of chains； alnottered their features。 The devils had the capacity to take on the appearance of a deceased intimate from an enemy's past。 Supposedly svirfneblin and their ilk found this deeply distressing； but it was only slightly disfiting to representatives of a race that did not love。
Ryld was at the forefront of the fighting； sweeping Splitter about with all his accustomed strength and skill。 Pharaun was glad to see that his friend was only striking at the demons。
Mouth tentacles writhing； bulbous eyes glaring； Syrzan lifted its three…fingered hands to conjure。 Around it； many of the rogues who still surnotvived jumped off the dais。 Evidently they'd rather fight the Freth warriors on the floor than stand near the alhoon while Pharaun threw spells at it。
The Master of Sorcere was surprised that so few of the traitors simply tried to run away。 Certainly loyalty…that alien conceit…didn't hold them there。 They must have known that with their schemes thwarted； their connotspiracy revealed； they were outlaws； outcast from all they coveted and chernotished。 Perhaps their plight filled them with such rage that they prized vengeance above survival。
As Syrzan wove magic； its dark elf counterpart was hastily doing the same。 The lich finished first。 A blaze of lightning； kin to those still twistnoting and forking through the open air outside； leaped from its parched； scaling hand； crackled entirely through Pharaun's torso； and burned a black spot on the ceiling。
Pharaun's muscles clenched； and his hair lifted away from his head； but his protections averted any real harm。 Indeed； the attack didn't even disnotrupt his own conjuring。 On the final word； he thrust out his hand； releasnoting a wave of cold； fluttering shadows like ghostly bats。
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Screeching and chattering； the phantoms swooped and whirled about the alhoon； slashing at it with their claws。 The mind flayer growled a word in some infernal tongue； and a jagged crack snaked up one of the walls。 Pharaun's illusory minions vanished。
The Mizzrym extracted five glass marbles from one of his pockets； rolled them dexterously in his palm； and rattled off a brief tercet。 A quinnottet of luminous spheres appeared in the air and shot toward Syrzan； atnottacking it with fire； sound； cold； acid； and lightning simultaneously。 Surely at least one of those forces would pierce its defenses。
Syrzan gave a rasping； clacking shriek and swept its hand through the air。 In an instant； the orbs reversed their courses； streaking back at their source as fast as they'd sped away。
Caught by surprise； Pharaun nonetheless attempted to dodge in the only manner possible。 He restored his weight and dropped toward the floor like a stone。 Two of the radiant projectiles streaked past him to exnotplode against the ceiling。 Two more simply vanished when they came into contact with his piwafwi。 The fifth ghosted into his chest。
The loudest scream he'd ever heard shook his bones； jabbed agony through his ears； and smashed his thoughts to pieces。 Stunned； he kept plummeting until he smashed down in the midst of the melee。
For a moment he simply lay amidst scor