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You leap towards the first warrior, feigning a blow that makes him dodge to the left. You anticipate his move and catch him in mid-step. He doubles up and then crumples into the slimy water, clutching his wound. The others hesitate and then back away.
Suddenly a voice echoes along the tunnel. ‘Leave him to me, you fools!’ Maouk appears from the shadows, a dart held high in his hand. He hisses a curse and flings the missile at your chest.
