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‘Hold tight, Lone Wolf,’ shouts Banedon, as he regains control of the glowing crystal helm. You obey and grasp the parapet rail, bracing your feet against a deck cleat for safety, for you have guessed what manoeuvre the young wizard is about to perform.
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‘Pirate roll!’ he shouts to his fighting dwarves, and jerks the helm to the left. The Skyrider responds to his touch, swerving violently as the deck swings from a horizontal to a near-vertical angle. The dwarves heed his cry and throw themselves to the deck, clutching the boards like limpets to a galleon’s keel.
The Drakkarim are caught off-balance and hurtle over the decks and outriggers, tumbling into the void. Banedon rights the craft and a victory cheer resounds across the decks as you speed away from the Koos. ‘Blood for blood!’
